Listen to Guess Who's Back song with lyrics from Scarface

Guess Who's Back

Scarface6 Aug 2002

Guess Who's Back Lyrics

Talk to me man

 

This ya boy Young Hova

Yo turn the muh'f**kin noise up

 

We'll get right into the proceedings this evening

 

Headphones are distortin

Bring it down a lil' bit

 

Okay now we workin wit it

 

The boy Face on the bassline Face Mob

 

Welcome to New York City

 

It's ya boy Young Hov' chea

 

Kanye West on the track

 

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'f**kas 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 roads

When I was huggin it

Niggaz couldn't do nuttin 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 sh*t she instilled in me

Still with me pain plus work

Sh*t she made me milk this game for all it's worth

That's right these niggaz can't f**k with me

I'm callin guts everytime drag my nuts everytime

Homey we make a great combination don't we

Me and the Face Mob everytime we face-off

 

Face it y'all y'all niggaz playin basic ball

I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall

Homey I'm in the drop with the AC on

That's why the streets embrace me dawg I'm so cool

 

Guess who's bizack

Back on the block with the old Face Mob

Mack Mittens and Hov'

 

Don't make me relapse

Back to the block with the fo'

Cuz this street sh*t is all I know

From the womb to the tomb

A hot pot of joy and a spoon

Tryna make me forty thousand and move

Motels star-studded rock stars and goons

Plain clothes wanna run in my room (whooooo )

 

But ni**a guess who's bizack

It's ya boy Face Mob

Started with an eightball

Gotta get this cake dawg

Give niggaz a break nah

You know how the game go

F**k you think I slang fo'

To go against the grain (no)

I'm out here to grind mo'

Rapped up in the paper chase

I wanna f**k a fine hoe and candy paint the 88

Don't got no wholesale

Cuz that ain't how I wanna run it

Here take these five stones

And bring a ni**a back a hundred

Gotta see my feet dude you do sh*t 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 fa' shizzle my nizzle

Ya block warm then I come by with the fizzle

And make fa' sho' I get to work mines

For part of the time

We go to war and you ain't makin a dime (ha ha )

Cuz I got sh*t to lose

A ni**a out here payin his dues

My baby walkin gotta get him some shoes

It's a new game doin lemme give ya the rules

Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues

 

It's a new game doin lemme give ya the rules

Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues whoa

 

Guess who's bizack

The boy B Mizack -

A k a 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 gasket clicked

You can make ya chips swell up

Ya don't hafta 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 sh*t low old box of things

 

Strictly glassy sh*t

I hug the block like quarter waters

Sh*t I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter

Till like deuce in the mornin

With the old heads

Slangin loose quarters

This Philly cat back gatted (had it)

Still f**kin with them crack addicts

Still bustin with that black-matic

Guess who's bizack

Back on the block with the old Face Mob

Mack Mittens and Hov'

Don't make me relapse

Back to the block with the fo'

Cuz this street sh*t is all I know

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***