Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the muh'***kin noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Hea**hones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we workin' wit' it
The boy Face on the baseline, 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
Just gimme a minute of ya time baby, I don't want much
Lemme talk to these muh'***kas, lemme talk to these muh'***kas
Lemme talk, lemme talk, lemme talk to these muh'***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 down to taxin' them roads
When I was huggin' it, *****z 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 **** she instilled in me
Still with me

Pain plus work **** she made me milk this game for all it's worth
That's right, these *****z can't ***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 *****z 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'
'Cause this street **** 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
And guess who's, guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eight ball, gotta get this cake dawg
Give *****z a break, nah, you know how the game go
***k you think I slang fo', to go against the grain

I'm out, I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase
I wanna ***k a fine hoe and candy paint the 88
Don't got 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 **** 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
'Cause I got, **** to lose 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'm a give ya the blues
It's a new game doin', lemme give ya the rules
Get outta line and I'm a 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 will 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 on box-spring
Pissy Mack and ****, low old box of things
Strictly gl***y **** I hug the block like a quart of water
**** 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 ***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 Hov'
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the fo'
'Cause this street **** is all I know