jayz
talk to me man
ughugh
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
chitown whats going on now uhhuh uhhuh
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
jayz
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 nothing with it straight from the oven with 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’ally’all niggas playin’ basicball
i’m on the block like i’m eight feet tall woo
homie i’m in the drop with the ac off
that’s why the streets embrace me dog i’m so cool
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
scarface
from the womb to the tomb a hot pot a jar and a spoon
tryna make me forty thousand and move
motels starstudded 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 candypaint 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
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
beanie sigel
guess who’s bizzack the boy bmizzack yeah
aka mr crackabrick 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 boxspring pissy mattress shit
no won’t box a thing strictly blasting shit
i hug the block like quarterwater 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 blackmatic
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
Artist: Scarface Featuring Jay Z Beanie Sigel
Year: 2002
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 436