Guess Who's Back (Explicit) - 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