Chords for Scarface Feat Jay-Z , Beanie Sigel & Kanye West - Guess who's back

Talk [Eb] to me man, it's your boy Young Ho, if you turn the motherfucking noise up, [Gb] we can get right into the [Ab] proceedings this evening.
[Gb] _
_ [Fm] [Eb] Headphones at the start, bring it down a little [Fm] bit.
Okay, now [Eb] we working with it.
The boy face up at baseline baby.
[Fm] Welcome to New York [Eb] City.
_ _ [Fm] It's your boy Young Ho, _ [Eb] Kanye West on the track.
Shout out.
What's going on now?
[F] Can [Ebm] I talk to y'all for a minute?
[Fm] Let me talk to y'all for a minute.
Just give me a minute of your time baby.
[Ebm] I [Db] don't want much.
Let me talk to these motherfuckers.
[Eb]
Guess who's back?
Still smell a crack in my clothes.
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes.
Take it back out there taxing the road when I was hugging it.
Niggas couldn't do nothing with it straight [Gb] from the oven with it came [Fm] from the dirt.
[Eb] I emerged from it all without a stain [Fm] on my shirt.
You could blame my old earth for the shit she instilled [Eb] in me.
Still with me.
Pain plus work.
She made me [Ebm] milk this game for all it's worth.
That's right.
[Fm] These niggas [Eb] can't fuck with me.
I'm calling guts [Fm] every time.
Drag my nuts [Gb] every time homie.
[Fm] We make a [Eb] great combination.
Don't let me in the face.
Every time we face off.
[F] Face it, y [Ebm]'all.
You niggas playing basic ball.
I'm [Fm] on the block like I'm eight feet tall.
Homie, I'm in the drop [Eb] with the AC off.
[Fm] Trees embrace me, dog.
I'm so cool.
[F] Guess who's back?
[Eb] Back on the block with the hoes.
[F] Face mob, black mittens and hoes.
Don't make me [Fm] relapse [Eb] back to [Db] the block with the hoes.
Cause the street [Eb] shit is all I know.
From the womb to the tomb.
A hot pot of joy and a spoon.
Trying to make me 40,000 and move.
Motel star studded.
Rock stars and goons.
Playing close.
Wanna run in my room.
[Gb] But nigga, guess who's [Fm] back?
It's [Ebm] your boy [Gb] Face Mob.
Started with [Fm] an eight ball.
Gotta get [Gb] this cake, dog.
Give niggas [Fm] a break.
Nah.
[Eb] You know how [Gb] the game go.
Fuck you think I slang phone.
Go against the grain?
No.
I'm out here [Fm] in grind mode.
[Eb] Wrapped up in [Gb] a paper chase.
I wanna fuck [Fm] a fine hoe and candy paint [Gb] the 88.
Don't got [Fm] no hoes here [Eb] cause that ain't how [Gb] I wanna run it.
Here take these five stones.
Bring a nigga back a hundred.
Gotta see [Fm] my feet, dude.
[Eb] You do see [Gb] the feet, dude.
If I get [Fm] too hot in the kitchen, I hit the [Gb] streets, fool.
Money is [F] an issue.
And [Eb] that's on the [Gb] persisal, my nipple.
Your block [Fm] warm and I combine with the [Gb] thistle.
And make for sure I get to [Fm] work mine.
[Ebm] A card of [Gb] time.
We go to war and you ain't [Fm] making a dime.
[Gb] Cause I got shit [F] to lose.
[Eb] My nigga out here [Db] paying his dues.
My baby walking.
Gotta [Eb] get him in his shoes.
It's a new game for him.
Let me give you the rules.
Get out of line and I'm gonna give you the blues.
It's a new game for him.
Let me give you the rules.
Get out of line and I'm gonna give you the blues.
_ [Gb]
Guess who's [Fm] bizzack.
The [Eb] boy B [Gb]-Mizzack.
[Fm] AKA Mr.
Cracker [Gb] Brick.
Turn a whole one from a [Fm] half a brick.
[Eb] Look I [Gb] mastered this.
You can smell it once the plastic hits.
Hot plate'll make you [Fm] swell up.
If your [Eb] gasket [Gb] click, you can make your chit [Fm] swell up.
You don't have to [Gb] pitch.
Play them corners like it's [Fm] safety.
Watch the [Eb] traffic [Gb] switch.
Youngin never pump fake.
And you'll get past the blitz.
And keep your whole hood [Fm] on flip.
[Eb] Like old [Gb] box spring.
Pissy max [Db] and shit.
Old boat [Gb] box and things.
Strictly glass [Fm] and shit.
[Ebm] I hug the [Gb] block like quarter water.
[Fm] Shit I used to hug the [Gb] corner like an old goose [Fm] in the quarter.
[Eb] Till I [Gb] doose in the morning with the [Fm] old heads.
Slinging [Gb] loose quarters.
Silly [Fm] jack back [Ebm] at it.
[Db] Still fucking with them crack addicts.
Still busting with that [Eb] black padding.
Guess who's bizzack.
[Gb] Back on the block with them old space [Eb] mob.
Black mittens and old.
Will make me relapse.
[Gb] Back to the block with the phone.
Cause the street shit is all I know. _
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