Guess Who’s Back

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] Talk to me, man… (Ugh-ugh) It's your boy, Young Hov And if you turn the motherfucking noise up We can get right into the proceedings this evening The headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit Okay Now, we working with it (Ugh, ugh) The boy Face up in Baseline, baby (Facemob!) Welcome to New York City (Ugh, ugh, ugh) It's your boy Young Hov' (Chyeah, chyeah) Kanye West on the track (Woo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Let me talk to y'all for a minute Just gimme a minute of your time, baby I don't want much (Woo!) Let me talk to these motherfuckers Ugh! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Guess who's bizzack? You still smelling crack in my clothes Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes Take it back out to taxing them roads; when I was huggin' it Niggas couldn't do none wit it, straight from the oven wit 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 calling "guts" every time, drag my nuts every time, homie We make a great combination, don't we? Me and the Facemob, 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 (Woo!) Homie, I'm in the drop with the A/C off That's why the streets embrace me, dog, I'm so cool! [Chorus: Kanye West] Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know [Verse 2: Scarface] From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot, a jar and a spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rockstars and goons Plainclothes wanna run in my room (Woooo) But nigga, guess who's bizzack? It's your boy, Facemob Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake, dog 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 Your block warm, and I come by with the fizzle And make for sure I get to work mines, a car at a time We go to war, and you ain't making a dime, haha! 'Cause I got shit to lose; a nigga out here paying his dues My baby walking, gotta get him some shoes [Bridge: Scarface] It's a new game brewing, let me give ya the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, ha It's a new game goin', lemme give you the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, haha! (Whoa) [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Guess who bizzack? The boy, B-Mizzack (Yeah) AKA Mr. Crack-A-Brick (Straight) 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 you swell up if you gasket-clipped You can make your chips swell up, you don't have to pitch Play them corners like a safety, watching traffic switch Young'un, never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz (Huh) And keep your whole hood on flip (Ugh) Like old box-spring, pissy mattress shit No, won't box a thing, strictly blasting shit I hug the block like quarter-water (Ugh) Shit, I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter 'Til, like, deuce in the morning With the old heads (Ugh), slangin' loose quarters (Quarters) This Philly cat back at it (At it) Still fucking with them crack addicts, still busting with that black-matic [Chorus: Kanye West] Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know