feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z



[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



[Scarface]

From the womb to the