Guess Who's Back

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Talk to me man… This ya boy Young Hova, yo, turn the muh'fuckin' noise up We can get right into the proceedings this evening Headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit Okay, now we workin' with it The boy Face up in Baseline (Face Mob!) Welcome to New York City It's ya boy Young Hov' (chyea!) Kanye West on the track (woo!) Chi-Town, what’s goin' on now? Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute (Just gimme a minute of ya time baby, I don't want much) Lemme talk to these muh'fuckas, uhh Guess who's bizack? You still smellin' crack in my clothes Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes Take it back out to taxin' them road; when I was huggin' it Niggas couldn't do nuttin' with it, straight from the oven with it Came from the dirt, I emerged from it all Without a stain on my shirt; you can blame my old earth For the shit she instilled in me, still with me, pain plus work Shit, she made me milk this game for all it's worth That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me I'm callin' guts every time, drag my nuts every time, homie We make a great combination, don't we? Me and the Face Mob, every time we face-off Face it, y'all, y'all niggas playin' basic-ball I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall Homie, I'm in the drop with the AC off That's why the streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool Guess who's bizack? Back on the block with them O's Face Mob, Mack Mittens and Hov' Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot, a jar and a spoon Tryin' to make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons Plain clothes wanna run in my room (woooo!) But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg Give niggas a break, nah; you know how the game go Fuck you think I slang for? To go against the grain? No I'm out here in grind mode, wrapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine ho and candy-paint the 88 Don't got no wholesale, 'cause that ain't how I wanna run it Here, take these five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred Gotta set my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets, fool Money is an issue and that's on the fo' shizzle my nizzle Ya block warm, and I come by with the fizzle And make fo' sho' I get to work mines, a car at a time We go to war and you ain't makin' a dime (haha!) 'Cause I got shit to lose; a nigga out here payin' his dues My baby walkin', gotta get him some shoes It's a new game brewin', lemme give ya the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues It's a new game goin', lemme give ya the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa (haha!) Guess who's bizack? The boy B. Mizack, AKA Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You can smell it once the plastic rips A hot plate'll make ya swell up if ya gas get clipped You can make ya chips swell up, you don't have to pitch Play them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch Young'n never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz And keep ya whole hood on flip, like old box-spring Pissy mattress shit, low old box of things Strictly glassy shit, I hug the block like quarter water Shit, I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter Til' like deuce in the morning, with the old heads (uh!) Slangin' loose quarters, this Philly cat back at it Still fuckin' with 'em crack addicts, still bustin' with that black-matic Guess who's bizack? Back on the block with them O's Face Mob, Mack Mittens and Hov' Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know