Chords for Guess Who's Back

_ Talk to me man. _ _ _
It's your boy Young Ho, if you turn the motherfucking noise up, [F#] we get right into the proceedings this [Cm] evening.
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [D#] Headphones at the start, bring it [F#] down a little bit.
[Fm] _ _ _ _
_ [F#] Okay, [Fm] now we [D#] working with it.
_ [F#]
The boy [Fm] face up in [D#] baseline, baby.
[F#] _
Welcome to [Fm] New York City.
[D#] _ _ [F#] _ _
[Fm] It's your boy Young Ho.
_ [F#] _ _ [Fm] Kanye [D#] West on the track.
[F#] _ _ [Fm] What's going [D#] on now?
_ [F#] _ [Fm] Can I talk [D#m] to y'all for a minute?
_ [F#] _ [Fm] Let me talk to y'all for a minute.
[F#] Give me a minute of your time, [F] baby.
[D#m] I don't [C#] want much. _
Let me talk this motherfucker.
[D#] _ _ Guess who's back?
_ Still smell a crack in my clothes.
Don't make me have to read laughs on these hoes.
Take it back down to the tax and enroll.
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it.
Straight from the [F#] oven with it.
Came from [Fm] the dirt.
I [D#] emerged from it [F#] all without a stain on my [Fm] shirt.
You could blame my old [F#] earth for the shit she [Fm] instilled in me.
[D#] Still with me.
[F#] Pain plus work.
[Fm] Shit, she made me [D#] milk this game for all it's worth.
[F#] That's right.
[Fm] These niggas [D#] can't fuck with me.
[F#] I'm calling guts [Fm] every time.
Drag my nuts every time, [F#] homie.
[Fm] We make a great [D#] combination, don't we?
[F#] Me and the face, [Fm] mom.
[D#] Every time we [F#] face off.
[Fm] Face it, y'all.
Y'all [D#] niggas playing [F#] basic ball.
I'm on the [Fm] block like I'm [D#] eight feet tall.
[F#] Homie, I'm in the drop [D#] with the AC off.
[F#] Swagger, [A#m] streets embrace me, dog.
I'm so cool.
[F#] This is [Fm] Bizzack.
[D#] Back on the block with [F#] them hoes.
[Fm] Face Bob, Mac, Mittens, and [F#] Ho.
But make me [Fm] relapse [D#] back to the [C#] block with the phone.
Cause the street shit is all I know.
From the womb to the [D#] tomb.
A hot pot of joy in a spoon.
Trying to make me 40,000 and more.
Motel, star studded, rock stars and goons.
Playing clothes while I run in my room.
[F#] But nigga, guess who's [Fm] Bizzack?
It's your boy, Face [F#] Bob.
Started with [Fm] an eight ball.
Gotta get this [F#] cake, dog.
Give niggas a [Fm] break, nah.
[D#] You know how the [F#] game go.
Fuck it, they got [Fm] sling phones.
[D#m] Go against the [F#m] grain?
I'm out [Fm] here grind [D#] mode.
Wrapped up in a paper [F#] chase.
I wanna [Fm] fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the [F#] 88.
Don't got [Fm] no wholesale [D#] cause that ain't how I wanna [F#] run it.
Here taking [Fm] five stones [D#] and bringing niggas back a [F#] hundred.
Gotta see [Fm] my feet, dude.
[D#] You do shit a [F#] fiend do.
Fly get [Fm] too hot in the kitchen.
I hit the [F#] streets, fool.
Money is an [Fm] issue.
And [D#m] that's on the [F#] shizzle, my nizzle.
Your block warm and I [C#] come by with a fizzle.
And [F#] make for sure I [Fm] get the earth mine.
[D#] A card of time.
We [F#] go to war and [Fm] you ain't making a dime.
[F#] Cause I got shit [F] to lose.
A nigga out here [C#] paying his dues.
My baby walking, gotta get in [D#] his shoes.
It's a new game, boy.
Let me give you the rules.
Get out of line and I'm gonna give you the blues.
_ It's a new game, boy.
Let me give you the rules.
Get [F#] out of line and [D#] I'm gonna give you the blues.
Whoa!
_ [F#] Guess [Fm] who's Bizzack?
[D#] The poor Bizzack.
_ [F#] _ [Fm] AKA Mr.
Crack. _
[F#] Turn a whole one from [Fm] a half a [D#] brick.
Look, I [F#] mastered this.
You [Fm] can smell it once the [D#] plastic hits.
[F#] Hot plate'll make you [Fm] swell up if your [D#] gas get clipped.
[F#] You can make your [Fm] chips swell up.
You don't have to pitch.
[F#] Play them corners like it's safety.
[D#] Watch the traffic switch.
[F#] Young and never [Fm] punk fake.
You'll [D#] get past the blitz.
[F#] And keep your whole [F] hood on flip.
[D#] Like old box [F#] spring, Pissy [Fm] Maxx and shit.
[C#] No more [F#] boxing things, strictly [Fm] blasts and shit.
[D#m] I hug the [F#] block like quarter water.
[Fm] Shit, I used to hug the [F#] corner like an old [Fm] deuce in the [D#m] corner.
Till I [F#] deuce in the morning [Fm] with the old heads.
Slinging loose [F#] quarters.
This [Fm] lil' cat [D#m] back at it.
[C#] Still fucking with them crack addicts.
Still bussing with that black Maddox.
[D#] Guess who's Bizzack?
Back on the block with them hoes.
Face Mob, Mack, [Fm] Edmonds and O.
What make me collapse?
[D#] Back to the block with the foe.
Cause the street shit is all I [F#] know.
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