Scarface, JAY-Z, Beanie Sigel - Guess Who's Back

[00:00.71] Talk to me man... [00:03.59] This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the muh'fuckin noise up [00:07.11] We'll get right into the proceedings this evening [00:12.22] Headphones are distortin, bring it down a lil' bit [00:15.80] Okay - now we workin wit it [00:19.53] The boy Face on the bassline, Face - Mob! [00:22.95] Welcome to New York City... it's ya boy Young Hov' chea [00:28.60] Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's goin on now? [00:34.62] Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute [00:39.12] Just gimme a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!) [00:42.55] Lemme talk to these muh'fuckas, uhh [00:44.62] Guess who's bizack? [00:45.96] You still smellin crack in my clothes [00:47.60] Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes [00:50.09] Take it back out to taxin them roads [00:51.95] When I was huggin it, niggaz couldn't do nuttin wit it [00:54.28] Straight from the oven wit it - came from the dirt [00:57.09] I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt [00:59.85] You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in me [01:02.84] Still with me, pain plus work [01:04.74] Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth [01:06.84] That's right, these niggaz can't fuck with me [01:09.24] I'm callin guts everytime, drag my nuts everytime [01:12.28] Homey, we make a great combination don't we? [01:15.14] Me and the Face Mob, everytime we face-off [01:18.41] Face it y'all, y'all niggaz playin basic ball [01:21.17] I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall [01:23.32] Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on [01:26.02] That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool! [01:29.24] Guess who's bizack? [01:30.56] Back on the block with the old Face Mob [01:32.47] Mack Mittens and Hov' [01:34.89] Don't make me relapse [01:36.08] Back to the block with the fo' [01:38.02] Cuz this street shit is all I know [01:40.12] From the womb to the tomb - a hot pot of joy and a spoon [01:43.58] Tryna make me forty thousand and move [01:45.98] Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons [01:48.60] Plain clothes wanna run in my room (whooooo...) [01:51.20] But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob [01:54.26] Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg [01:57.23] Give niggaz a break, nah, you know how the game go [01:59.96] Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no) [02:02.92] I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase [02:05.55] I wanna fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the 88 [02:08.55] Don't got no wholesale, cuz that ain't how I wanna run it [02:11.08] Here take these five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred [02:14.07] Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do [02:16.86] The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool [02:19.67] Money is an issue - and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle [02:22.66] Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle [02:24.72] And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part of the time [02:27.51] We go to war and you ain't makin a dime (ha ha!) [02:30.25] Cuz I got, shit to lose - a nigga out here payin his dues [02:33.94] My baby walkin gotta get him some shoes [02:36.08] It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules [02:38.65] Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues [02:41.69] It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules [02:44.12] Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa! [02:47.38] Guess who's bizack? [02:48.63] The boy B. Mizack - a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick [02:52.78] Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this [02:56.15] You can smell it once the plastic rips [02:58.43] A hot plate'll make ya swell up if ya gasket clicked [03:01.27] You can make ya chips swell up, ya don't hafta pitch [03:03.97] Play them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch [03:06.75] Young'n never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz [03:09.56] And keep ya whole hood on flip - like old box-spring [03:12.76] Pissy mattress shit, low old box of things [03:15.25] Strictly glassy shit - I hug the block like quarter waters [03:18.76] Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter [03:22.52] Till like deuce in the mornin, with the old heads [03:25.39] Slangin loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted (had it) [03:29.33] Still fuckin with them crack addicts [03:30.45] Still bustin with that black-matic [03:33.04]