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1. _ Love & War
[ verse 1 ]
I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted
Up and comin nigga, might need to get with
One cat from bk, put him on your hitlist
Sauce money, fat nigga rip shit
Heard him on a clue? tape, loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it cause they couldn't fuck with it
Then the puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted
Tribute to biggie, god bless your spirit
Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga
Marcy, son - faced off with jigga
Now he only spittin for cars that's kitted
Convicted felons and muthafuckas acquitted
Never for foul snitches, but those who style riches
Ghetto crack sellin pros and buckwild bitches
First thing they wanna know: what's fuckin with this shit?
Jay-z told em, look how many he sold em
'99's my time to shine and control em
Spread ones with sons, guns, i still hold em
Fuck the law, this is what's in store
When the album drop, we gon' rush the floor
I tell em hit it, every song, come on, we all spit it
Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin, "we did it"
[ chorus ]
Love and war, thugs and whores
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, niggas better know
[ verse 2 ]
They call me money-earner, received more blows than tina turner
Like the top of the stove sauce keep a burner
Release somethin that'll heat your sternum
Flow the sickest, take a aids patient a whole week to learn em
So precise, got beef with surgeons
Feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep a curse in
Nothin is bound to touchin my sound
The consensus in the street: he ain't fuckin around
Got a lot of shit to pop, two things when it drop:
Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get shot
But this is just for the record, though
Niggas will get naked slow
If your heat cocked, check it, yo
No shit, squeeze till your hammer go click
Fuck these lame-brawl mc's, they all blow dick
I'm the capital s-a-u-c-e
Better clap at the best way when you see me
Nigga
[ chorus ]
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2. _ Do You See
[Puff Daddy]
Yo Puff Daddy
Get off me
Ladies & gentlemen
You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before
Sauce Money's in the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
Still stack chips galore
Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
Better know that everything I love - roll back
Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew
Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga
You ain't gainin', you game in, barely maintainin'
I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother
Get tougher, hits rougher, Puff is deep in the streets like Chris Tucker
My wrists cluster, on a mobile
P-Diddy, rap mogul, thought I told you that we don't stop
Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques
I cop, push Bentley's without the tops, nigga
[Chorus] (Puff Daddy)
Try to see if you see what I see
Give my game & spit my G
When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm the one
On top is where I be
Tell me, do you see what I see?
(When I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me)
Do you see what I see?
(I know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine)
[Sauce Money]
No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded
Whenever I drop hits, you don't want it, you need it
This a hot joint from Sauce, you feel cheated
Unanimous decision, love the way I freak it
Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4-1
Niggas want to bite off my flow son
I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
Like me, nice to the Sauce? Naw
Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every pocket hold some
Sauce motherfuckin' forever, I told son
Hypnotic, heard the ? war 'fore I shot it
Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, I got it
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it?
[Sauce Money] (PD)
As a matter of fact, yo don't you hate that? (hate that)
Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back)
Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack)
And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track)
[PD]
Only way to react though
Make hot joints & stack dough
Laughin' at your whack flow
Try to catch my G
Just so you can rap like me
Act like me
[SM]
Rap like me
But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot
(PD)
I'm the cream of the crop
[SM]
Soon to be seen in the drop
(PD)
Blow the spot for the not
[SM]
Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop
(PD)
When he drop
(Chorus 4X)
[Puffy ad-libs throughout chorus]
Sauce Money
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy forever
B.I.G. forever
Hitmen
Prestige, rock on playboy
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3. _ C My 1's
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4. _ V1 Skit
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5. _ Intro
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6. _ Face Off 2000
2000, and it goes like. (Uh Huh, yeah yeah)
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you want to do
Talk all night, are we gonna screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
[Sauce Money]
I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record
Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked
Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour
Hit 'em in the shower for an hour
Give 'em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and
Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling
Hit her so right that she want to throw rice
My device makes her say "Damn, that nigga's nice!"
Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot
Pass your seven digits if you're with it
Sauce want to give you the option for the boot knockin'
Nine times outta ten it's on and poppin'
Ain't no stopping victory's in the air
Bring a friend next time let's do it again
Bring your whole crew if you see through me
And we can meet on the BQE
And it goes like
[Chorus: x2]
[Sauce Money]
Had this bitch bragging,
Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin,
Huh, could you imagine
Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame
In the morning Hot 97 the first thing
(Deny it) Hell yeah why y'all don't buy it
I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it
But who knows maybe one day I'll try it
But for now slow down too much lip is killin' your diet
[Jay-Z]
Can I get it what, get it wet
When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best
It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actually
I'm Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me!
You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight
And I know, he don't be doing it right
But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks
Shit, we got nigga's rides on our wrists
Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6
Shopping all day hoppin' out in the Dist.
Popping the Crist, shit hoppin' outta your wrist
Popping your shit, New York's hottest bitch
From the ghetto to the Stiletto's
But you gotta do it two times like an echo, why y'all feelin' that
This is how we run it down the line
Nigga Sauce goes first Jigga next to rhyme
[Chorus: x2]
[Jay-Z]
I see you got a lot to get off your chest
Coat, blouse, bra-don't talk me to death
Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress
Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath
[Sauce Money]
Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex
What you need to know is if I lost respect
Don't have to worry if you do Sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that
[Jay-Z]
Uh, dime pieces I'm hittin'
Sauce Money: Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchen
Jay-Z: Now you want me to start trickin' I suppose
Sauce Money: That's when the first Face Off kicks in
"We don't love these hoes!"
[Chorus: x2]
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7. _ Chart Climbing
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8. _ Crime Skit
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9. _ Section 53, Row 78
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10. _ Intruder Alert
Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30
Yo, get the phone, bitch
You get the phone
Get the phone
You get the phone!
Get the goddamn phone!
Alright, damn nigga
Who the fuck is this?
[ VERSE 1 ]
It's my nigga Deezo, "What the fuck is the deal?
Huh-huh, know me, keepin it real
Six-double-o, kid, chrome on the wheels
I got the same problem, nigga, know how you feel"
"On some real shit, Sauce, I got the kite from Neil
Word on the street, hope you're still holdin your steel
Niggas talkin bout who cats they gon' bill
Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up"
"Oh did it? You know some more? Nigga, spit it"
"Cats hate your ass cause of your riches and digits
You probably.. know this nigga named Bobby
Sister named Ronnie with the two-tone body?"
"Cat fueled with Bacardi, throw parties every Friday
Fake lady lover, fucked his baby mother
Hit it from the back, now I'm a tough act to follow
Made her give my man head too - and swallow
That's neither here nor there, he think somethin is sweet?
Fuck yeah, we can dump when we meet
Win, lose or draw, after that I'm dumpin my heat
Lay him down flat while my music pump in the street
He got four with him, some niggas from Baltimore with him
I'ma sure hit em if he come through that door with him
Split your bladder, we spray, muthafucka
It don't matter, be -K, muthafucka"
(Pay attention to the scheme)
(Sauce muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(And now you want to act bold, but hold up)
(Pay attention to the scheme)
(Sauce muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(But hold up)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I throw hoes out when it's time to pull .44s out
Made two phone calls, bring the pros out
Badu, Bonnie, Hydro, no doubt
We get nasty like niggas in sandals with the toes out
You know Deez is down to click off eights
"By the way, son, you know that bitch off Gates?
I think her name Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy
Fake weave, big ass with the G-3"
"I know that chick, her real name Hillary
Used to be one of my shorties off Willerby
There's somethin right now about how you're grillin me
Don't tell me she fuck with the Bobby nigga, son, you're killin me"
"No bullshittin, that's who that nigga be hittin?
Let's post in the kitchen, when he come, start spittin
Climb through the window, make his body drop degrees"
"Fuck breakin in the crib, nigga - I got the keys.."
(Pay attention to the scheme)
(Sauce muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(And now you want to act bold, but hold up)
(Pay attention to the scheme)
(Sauce muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(But hold up)
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got a problem with niggas that talk about stalkin
Souped up talkin, dead men walkin
Too shockin, cause I'm rockin cats want to be clockin
But cock-blockin, I squeeze often
While I'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in
No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin
Bodies droppin, I'm just dockin
One slug, two slug, ain't no stoppin
Yo nigga, you know the drill, gees up
Marcy, where we from niggas don't freeze up
Lovin the sound of my nigga bustin the pound
When he open that door, don't be fuckin around
Right about then I heard the doorknob turn
My man gettin wild, almost dropped the burn
Bobby opened up the door, it's time to earn
Four gats in his grill, "You might want to get concerned
Reeno, get that bitch with the bad perm
Are you muthafuckas ever gonna learn?
We all could get got - just not by you
And we all could get shot - just not by you
But right about now, tell you what I'm gonna do
I think I'm gonna go let you warn your crew
Out of respect, cause I know: you that nigga
I'm not gonna kill you - yo Deez, shoot that nigga"
(Pay attention to the scheme)
(Sauce muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(And now you want to act bold, but hold up)
(Pay attention to the scheme)
(Sauce muthafuckin)
(You know my style)
(Comin through, bringin you pain)
(And now you want to act bold)
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11. _ Love & War
[ VERSE 1 ]
I heard a rumor in the street, muthafucka was gifted
Up and comin nigga, might need to get with
One cat from BK, put him on your hitlist
Sauce Money, fat nigga rip shit
Heard him on a Clue? tape, loved the way he kicked it
All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget it
Couldn't write it or spit it cause they couldn't fuck with it
Then the Puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted
Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit
Made a mark, now we need a place for the nigga
Marcy, son - faced off with Jigga
Now he only spittin for cars that's kitted
Convicted felons and muthafuckas acquitted
Never for foul snitches, but those who style riches
Ghetto crack sellin pros and buckwild bitches
First thing they want to know: what's fuckin with this shit?
Jay-Z told em, look how many he sold em
'99's my time to shine and control em
Spread ones with sons, guns, I still hold em
Fuck the law, this is what's in store
When the album drop, we gon' rush the floor
I tell em hit it, every song, come on, we all spit it
Get on with it, with all my niggas screamin, "We did it"
[ CHORUS ]
Love and war, thugs and whores
Nickel-plated nines, three-pound-sevens and four-fours
We about to flow, blow, stack dough
On the low, forever shine, niggas better know
[ VERSE 2 ]
They call me money-earner, received more blows than Tina Turner
Like the top of the stove Sauce keep a burner
Release somethin that'll heat your sternum
Flow the sickest, take a AIDS patient a whole week to learn em
So precise, got beef with surgeons
Feel naked without profanity, every sentence keep a curse in
Nothin is bound to touchin my sound
The consensus in the street: he ain't fuckin around
Got a lot of shit to pop, two things when it drop:
Muthafuckas gonna cop and niggas will get shot
But this is just for the record, though
Niggas will get naked slow
If your heat cocked, check it, yo
No shit, squeeze till your hammer go click
Fuck these lame-brawl MC's, they all blow dick
I'm the capital S-a-you-see-e
Better clap at the best way when you see me
Nigga
[ CHORUS ]
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12. _ What's That, Fuck That
Y'all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken
I think -
I don't really think y'all understand
What it is that i exactly do
I make joints for the radio
And all that, youknowmsayin?
But this is my shit right here, yo
We can just get right to it
Hope they can fuck with it
[ verse 1 ]
I can make joints all day, never touch a average
Sauce, hot shit, ain't nothin but a marriage
Skills that i possess, niggas die to have it
Hip-hop muthafucka, i rap like a savage
Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics
Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict
I roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die most
It's suicide fuckin with me, try toast
Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach
The laugh is over, mr. half-a-soda
You're at your quota, i'm halfway to minnesota
The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ??momossa??
Never sober, when i awake i can make a wish
Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish
Arouse my meat till i'm sound asleep
Gettin brain surgery at 33'000 feet
A nigga knocked out till i hit the ground and creeped
Limo, five star hotel and a suite
Once earnin i come turnin for cunt squirmin
Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin
[ chorus ]
Niggas pop shit, war, peace, what's that?
I'm goin to war with my niggas, i love that
Show me the baddest chick, i'ma touch that
I bust a slug first - (2x)
[ verse 2 ]
Part ii to the rec off, son, get your check on
Check off, cats better step off or get stepped on
Niggas i pump lead creepin on me
Put your head to bed for sleepin on me
What, a hip-hop legend with gut
22 bitches and my wife in the cut
Fuck that, weak niggas blaze em up
Where all my marcy muthafuckas at? (raise em up!)
Half rock diamonds the size of glaciers, what?
Other half rock vests and spit razors up
I'm a major nut who used to lay em out
Get head but let my man fuck em and play em out
Pushed my name up, '99 got my aim up
Shit ain't bein handled correctly - changed up
Never looked in haste, but i shook the place
Can't defend your click, why you took the case?
Cats get shook with aids, nines and fives
Double-fours, tear gas, infrareds and knives
Anything to survive, like how a vulture get
'stayin alive', john travolta shit
I toast your click, disrespect what you supposed to get
Your homebase yawnin next to a sculptured dick
I got the most focussed click, it's hopeless, bitch
Sauce money keep the dopest hits
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3 ]
Here's some inspiration for all you slackers
I used to work in the mailroom, pushin cars for bastards
They had the nicest muthafucka changin water and shit
Lookin through a supply book, orderin shit
It never really hit me until i thought of the shit
My muthafuckin pay close to borderin shit
I thought about runnin off with a bitch
Until i picked up a microphone and started slaughterin shit
Reputation grew, niggas on my dick
Then i got real brand new and wrote a hit
3 million sold, baby still chillin when it's cold
Sauce don't change, only money fold
Fuck y'all, the easiest way to word it:
Public broadcast, fuck who heard it
All that slick shit is gonna get you murdered
Nothin to fear except fear itself, i'm here to help
Come with niggas, run with niggas
Have fun with niggas, hold guns with niggas
See the sun with niggas, shoot fair ones with niggas
Subtract from the sum when i'm done with niggas
[ chorus ]
2000 shit
Legend
Marley marl
Sauce muthafuckin
Middle finger u.
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13. _ What We Do
Yo,Yo Bleek man what the fuck Nigga
Fuck them hoes man
Fuck them bitches
What I like
Uh Uh Uh Uh What what
I bet why'all think this some love song or shit
That's a terible mistake
[Sauce Money]
I like to do 20 wild chicks scoping my whip
Do shows across the country get dough for my shit
Lookin' in the face of rappers hopping I quit
Still spit the fly shit to keep them grosing my hits
I like to neva eva let my tongue touch in the sex
Like to excersice one week say fuck it the next
Like to write four whole songs three skits a day
Talk shit with Tyrina, and do hits with J
I like to write for other people keep 'em lovin' a nigga
On the low love the dough between my publish and bigga
Is it wroth a million yet that's what they say now
Long distance California let me call J Brown
Hear the story off of a cappa who was first described
Do one for money Sauce keep thirst alive
Like the shit filled with fam when I invent that hit
Like to scream Rocafella when and repersent that shit
[Chorus]
Just, some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
Just, some of things that we like to do
Pretty sure some things you like to do
With a wooden chair a dolo or with your crew
What it is is what is is this is what we do
[Memphis Bleek]
I like to get my hustle on and make loot all day
Spit game at these chicks smoke in the hallway
Know how I feel about you right next to F
Like to shop Tom D stay fresh to def
I like to analyze jigga man the evils is deep
Late night I hit these hoes while their peoples asleep
I like to wake up in the afternoon religuosly
I on a vow last night fuck school Imma spend this G
I like to tell fake thugs man they soft as nerves
Like they drink infront of the heat and take off the skirt
Like when chicks try to make it seam to provoke me the hitter
Handle that diplomatic and try to fuck their sister
Like to stay away from hoes I heard caught a diesease
Like to do shows then hit bums off of some cheese
Everything I spit blaze now us in this week
Now I like to grab my dick and say Bitch I'm Memphis Bleek
[Chorus]
[Memphis Bleek](Sauce Money)
I like to ride shotgun, roll my dro' in the coop
Like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop
Like to shoot whack rappers and get away with the crime
Like to bag shorties tried to fuck me two at a time
Like to see that bitch nigga who alarmin the cops
Only reason I pull heat infront of his mom and pops
(I neva liked that)but if he want to front on me imma strike back
Niggas can neva front on bleek
[Sauce Money and Memphis Bleek]
I like to bows fow niggas never snuck in my click
Every boy that's related we bustin they shit
Any girl I want, believe Bleek fuckin' them quick
I like to watch the knicks while girls suckin my dick
No sweat I like to do sets while watchin' the Nets
Go to parties take my shirt off and I'm rockin' my vest
I like to come through and drink Bacardi Dark in the lex
After that, Smoke weed in the park when it's wet
I like to throw henium for all my niggas who died
All my street niggas who used to rock their timbs untied
Sauce Money, Memphis Bleek what we bound to do
Forever and a day we'd like to put this down for you
[Sauce Money]
I'm Sayin, that everybody like to do something ya know
You like what you like I like what I like
That's what we doin' what we like to do
Sauce money, Memphis Bleek(Bleek Bleek)
Marcy
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14. _ What's That F*** That
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15. _ Chart Climbin'
[Sauce Money]
MC rhymin..
.. uhh uhh
Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
MC, MC, M-A-are-see-why
Uhh, uh..
MC rhymin, chart climbin
With the baguettes, Roley shinin
We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it
I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it
I got playaz who want to kill me but love to speak nigga
cause I got a freak every day of the week
They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you)
They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz
They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em
but if they sleep (what?) hell is where I'ma send em
I know it's beef cause I don't want to be rhymin wit em
They want to act like BITCHES, time to split em
What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha?
On the real, want to hear it from the Sauce ha?
You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit
I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits
Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X)
MC rhymin, chart climbin
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk
[Sauce Money]
In the trial my niggaz'll squeeze for the general
MP's holdin my heat, nigga run wild
I dial, executioners, go the extra mile
Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black
Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most
You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close
You spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros"
Don't fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos
I'm talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit
You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid
I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head
To all you Donnie Brasco's, I'm Sonny Red
I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those
Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes
Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light
but because of the flow, now I fuck em all night
Chorus
[Sauce Money]
You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that
But in the meantime, let me hit that
Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat
I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that
In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop?
Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop
And even then that might not slow me down
I'm bout to go to town, want to come? Show me now
Singular most MC's bringin your toast
I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast
I don't brag or boast, I only speak in facts
And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that?
Fatal to niggaz that's unable to ride wit me
You better decide who side or collide wit me
The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly
You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me
Chorus
[Sauce Money]
MC..
Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X)
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