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点击复制Guess Who's Back - Scarface
Talk to me man uh uh
This ya boy young hova yo turn the muhf**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 hove chea
Kanye West on the track chitown what's goin on now
Can I talk you for a minute talk to you all for a minute
Just gimme a minute of time baby I don't want much (whoo)
Lemme talk to these muhf**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 faceoff
Face it you all you 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 hove
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the fo
Cause this street sh*t is all I know
From the womb to the tomb a hot pot a jar 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 fat to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mother wrapped up in the paper chase
I wanna f**k a fine hoe and candy paint the eightyeight
Don't got no wholesale cause 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 fat shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm then I come by with the fizzle
And make fat should 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 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 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 never pump fake and you'll get past the blitz
And keep ya whole hood on flip like on box spring
Pissy mattress sh*t low old box of things
Strictly glassy sh*t I hug the block like a 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 at it (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 hove
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the fo
Cause this street sh*t is all I know