ฟังเพลงGuess Who's Back (Explicit)

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

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

Gimme a minute of ya time baby I don't want much

Lemme talk to these muh'f**kas

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 every time drag my nuts every time

Homey we make a great combination don't we

Me and the Face Mob every time 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

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

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

'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

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 water

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

Still f**kin' with them crack addicts

Still bustin' with that blackmatic

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