Story Behind The Song
Nothing in particular, just a song that will be on the album, that we are hoping will just make some noise, and make some people say...hmmm..who is this.
Song Description
aggressive, basically posing the question who wants it lyrically and musically. Very arrogant in self and song. Thats the vision the song paints. Face Off is basically letting everyone know that we are ready to take on any competition thats saying they're better.
Song Length |
3:53 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Gangsta |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Aggressive, Vicious |
Subject |
General, Insults |
Similar Artists |
2Pac, Notorious B.I.G. |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Face Off ft. Whitekeys
written by: J.O.M.O.
Verse1(J.O.M.O.)
Grab a pen, Grab a pad, Roll the weed hit the Gnac
Get low to a track, blaze a song in a hour flat,
Tap some ass from the back, dip home with my gat,
Lights out I?m in the sack, My day be like that,
I?m facin'? off with any motherfucker that rap,
You more stuck than a rat in them glue traps,
My rhymes bringing heat makin' niggas fall back,
Yah girl callin' my phone, that mean I hit that,
Don?t hate me cause she showed me where her tat?s at,
She coming through on all fours like KitKats,
These Niggas bangin' my peeps well you can have that,
You can?t brag on shit that everybody had black,
I get a call from Keys, He need an OZ
(Yo Mo this 28 grams-[whiteKeys]) Fam exactly,
My shits butter like a trey ball from Reggie,
Move better at night, cause I?m blacker than Wesley.
(chorus)
U Wanna Face Off, Money come see me,
I ain?t too far, You can find me easy,
You lookin' for beef, Or you need a QP,
I can serve you both, And fairly quickly
Verse2(WhiteKeys)
(chorus)
U Wanna Face Off, Money come see me,
I ain?t too far, You can find me easy,
You lookin' for beef, Or you need a QP,
I can serve you both, And fairly quickly
Verse 3(J.O.M.O.)
Me and my clit, rippin? this shit
You poppin the nine, we poppin the cris,
None of you niggas is touchin my shit,
None of you niggas is stackin chips,
I?m breakin records like J.Lo with marriages,
I?m grippin Gs, you grip baby carriages,
I?m on the low from bridegrooms in church rooms
Fuck a wedding band, my weed ring is too cool,
The cruise is purple, I?m changing it to gold soon,
I switch styles cause dudes will learn your every move,
(If that's the case why you spilling all your beans dude)
Yo you think its gold, but really I ain?t tellin you,
I might just flip wips, cop a black malibu,
I?m inconspicuous cause on the low is how I do,
Deception is the game, Jomo is the name,
Even if you appeal, the result will stay the same,
So don?t try to see me, please be easy,
Let me smoke on my weed, and stop hatin on me.
(chorus)
U Wanna Face Off, Money come see me,
I ain?t too far, You can find me easy,
You lookin' for beef, Or you need a QP,
I can serve you both, And fairly quickly