[Jay-Z talking] Talk to me man... This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the muh'fuckin 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 Conyay West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's goin on now Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute Just gimme a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!) Lemme talk to these muh'fuckas, uhh
[Jay-Z] 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 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 niggaz can't fuck 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 play 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 th drop with the AC on That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool!
[Hook] Guess who's bizack? Back on the block with the old Face Mob Mack, Neef, and Hov' Don't make me relax Back to the block with the fo' Cuz this street shit is all I know
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