talk to me man it s your boy young hov and if you turn the motherfucking noise up we can get right into the proceedings this evening the headphones are distortin bring it down a lil bit okay now we working with it the boy face up in baseline baby welcome to new york city it s your boy young hov kanye west on the track chi town whats going 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 let me talk to these motherfuckers ugh guess who s bizzack you still smelling crack in my clothes don t make me have to relapse on these hoes take it back out to taxing them roads when i was huggin it niggas couldn t do nothing 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 niggas can t fuck with me i m calling guts every time drag my nuts every time homie we make a great combination don t we me and the facemob every time we face off face it y ally all niggas playin basic ball i m on the block like i m eight feet tall homie i m in the drop with the a c off that s why the streets embrace me dog i m so cool guess who s bizzack back on the block with them o s facemob mack mittens and hov don t make me relapse back to the block with the four cause this street shit is all i know from the womb to the tomb a hot pot a jar and a spoon tryna make me forty thousand and move motels star studded rockstars and goons plainclothes wanna run in my room but nigga guess who s bizzack it s your boy facemob started with an eightball gotta get this cake dog give niggas a break nah you know how the game go fuck you think i slang for to go against the grain i m out here in grind mode wrapped up in the paper chase i wanna fuck a fine ho 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 nigga back a hundred gotta set 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 go to war and you ain t making a dime haha cause i got shit to lose a nigga out here paying his dues my baby walking gotta get him some shoes  it s a new game brewing let me give ya the rules get out of line and i ma give ya the blues ha it s a new game goin lemme give you the rules get out of line and i ma give ya the blues haha guess who s bizzack the boy b mizzack 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 you gasket clipped you can make your chips swell up you don t have to pitch play them corners like a safety watching traffic switch young un never pump fake and you ll get past the blitz and keep your whole hood on flip like old box spring pissy mattress shit no won t box a thing strictly blasting shit i hug the block like quarter water shit i used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter til like deuce in the morning with the old heads slangin loose quarters this philly cat back at it still fucking with them crack addicts still busting with that black matic guess who s bizzack back on the block with them o s facemob mack mittens and hov don t make me relapse back to the block with the four cause this street shit is all i know15