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
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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 tra
