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 Mo
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