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Scarface - Guess Who's Back ft. Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel & Kanye West (Lyrics)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Scarface
Scarface
Rap
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Rap
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Rap
Kanye West
Kanye West
Rap
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Brenda Turner
Brenda Turner
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Michael B. Sutton
Michael B. Sutton
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Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Texte
Tom Depierro
Tom Depierro
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Brad Terrence Jordan
Brad Terrence Jordan
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Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kanye West
Kanye West
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Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Talk to me, man
It's your boy, Young Hova, turn the motherfuckin' noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evenin'
Headphones are distortin'
Bring 'em down a little bit
Okay, now we workin' with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face-Mob
Welcome to New York City
It's your 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?
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 mafuckers
[Verse 2]
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, **** couldn't do nothin' 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 **** can't fuck with me
I'm callin' guts every time, drag my nuts every time, homie
We make a great combination, don't we?
Me and the Face Mob, every time we face-off
Face it y'all, y'all **** playin' basic-ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall, homie
I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool
[Verse 3]
Guess who's bizack
Back on the block with them O's
Face Mob, Mack Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the four
'Cause the street shit is all I know
[Verse 4]
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
But **** guess who's bizack, it's ya boy, Face Mob
Started with an eight ball, gotta get this cake, dawg
Give **** a break, naw, 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 hoe and candy paint the eighty-eight
Don't go no wholesale, 'cause that ain't how I wanna run it
Here, take these five stones and bring a **** back a hundred
Gotta see 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 got to war and you ain't makin' a dime
'Cause I got shit to lose, a **** out here payin' his dues
My baby walkin', gotta get him in some shoes
It's a new game brewin', lemme give you the rules
Get outta line and I'ma give you the blues
It's a new game doing, lemme give you the rules
Get outta line and I'ma give you the blues
[Verse 5]
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 you swell up if your gas get clipped
You can make you chips swell up, you don't have to pitch
Play them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch
Youngin' never pump fake and you'll get passed the blitz
And keep your whole hood on flip like old box spring
Pissy mattress, shit, low old box of things
Strictly blastin', shit, I hug the block like quarter water
Shit, I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till I deuce in the mornin' with the old heads
Slangin' loose quarters, this Philly cat back at it
Still fuckin' with them crack addicts
Still bustin' with that black-matic
[Verse 6]
Guess who's bizack
Back on the block with them O's
Face Mob, Mack Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the four
Because the street shit is all I know
Written by: Brenda Sutton, JAY-Z, Kanye West, Michael B. Sutton, Scarface, Tom Depierro
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