Guess Who's Back
Beanie Sigel Lyrics


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Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov' chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going 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 motherfuckers, uhh

Guess who's bizack?
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 hugging 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
Homey, we make a great combination don't we?
Me and the Face Mob, every time we face-off
Face it y'all, y'all niggas playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool!

Guess who's bizack?
Back on the block with the old Face Mob
Mack Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me relapse
Back to the block with the fo'
Cuz this street shit is all I know

From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot of joy and a spoon
Trying to make me forty thousand and move
Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase
I wanna fuck a fine hoe 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 see 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 fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part of the time
We go to war and you ain't making a dime (ha ha!)
Cause I got, shit to lose, a nigga out here payin his dues
My baby walking gotta get him some shoes
It's a new game doing, lemme give ya the rules
Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues
It's a new game doing, lemme give ya the rules
Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!

Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. 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 ya swell up if ya gasket clicked
You can make ya chips swell up, ya don't have to pitch
Play them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch
Young'n never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz
And keep ya whole hood on flip, like on box-spring
Pissy Mack and shit, low old box of things
Strictly glassy shit, I hug the block like a quart of water
Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted (had it)
Still fucking with them crack addicts
Still busting with that black-matic

Guess who's bizack?
Back on the block with the old Face Mob
Mack Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me relapse




Back to the block with the fo'
Cuz this street shit is all I know

Overall Meaning

In "Guess Who's Back" by Beanie Sigel featuring Jay-Z and Scarface, the three rappers give an account of their street experiences. The song is about going back to their roots, where they hustle and grind to make ends meet, and flex their skills on the mic. The song is written in a conversational tone, where each artist takes their turn to express their thoughts and experiences.


Jay-Z begins the song with an introduction, saying that he is back, and he wants everyone to pay attention. He talks about Face on the base line and Kanye West on the track, setting the tone for the song. Jay-Z's verse is about his experience in the streets, where he talks about how he emerged from the dirt unscathed, thanks to the lessons instilled in him by his mother. He flexes his skills on the mic, and he says that no one can compare to him.


Scarface takes up the second verse, where he talks about his hustle in the streets, starting with an eight-ball and working his way up to making forty thousand dollars. He speaks on how he wants to live the good life and make money-in the rap game without compromising his integrity. He warns anyone who tries to cross him that there will be consequences.


Finally, Beanie Sigel's verse talks about his experience on the block, including his mastery of crack dealing and his ability to turn a half-brick into a whole one. Beanie encourages young hustlers to keep going and to watch out for the competition so that they never get caught slacking. He closes his verse by reiterating that the streets are all he knows.


Line by Line Meaning

Talk to me man
Engage in conversation with me, my friend


This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
I am Jay-Z, please increase the volume of the music


We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Let's start the activities for tonight


Headphones are distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Lower the volume of the headphones as it is causing distortion


Okay, now we working with it
Now we have adjusted the sound and it is suitable


The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Scarface is responsible for playing the bass line, representing the Face Mob group


Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov' chea
Welcome to New York City, I am Jay-Z, emphasizing my presence


Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Kanye West contributed to this song, representing Chicago (Chi-Town), expressing curiosity about the current situation


Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
May I have a moment to speak with all of you? Allow me to have your attention


Just gimme a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Give me a brief moment of your time, sweetheart - I am not asking for too much


Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Let me address these individuals, expressing frustration or annoyance


Guess who's bizack?
Guess who has returned or made a comeback?


You still smelling crack in my clothes
You can still detect the lingering scent of crack cocaine on my attire


Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Don't force me to revert back to my previous behavior with these women


Take it back out to taxing them roads
Return to the dangerous and risky paths of illegal activities


When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it
During my involvement with drug dealing, no one could compete with my success


Straight from the oven with it, came from the dirt
The drugs were freshly made and originated from a corrupted environment


I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
I managed to come out of those circumstances without any negative consequences


You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in me
You can attribute my past experiences and upbringing to the qualities and behaviors I possess


Still with me, pain plus work
Despite everything, I am still affected by the pain and hardships, but I continue to strive


Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth
She influenced me to extract maximum benefits from this industry


That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me
Indeed, these individuals cannot compete or challenge me


I'm calling guts every time, drag my nuts every time
I consistently demonstrate bravery and confidence, disregarding any fear or hesitation


Homey, we make a great combination don't we?
Friend, we form an excellent alliance and partnership, don't we?


Me and the Face Mob, every time we face-off
Scarface and I, whenever we confront challenges together


Face it y'all, y'all niggas playing basic ball
Let's be honest here, you all are engaged in basic and mediocre activities


I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall
I command a powerful presence and dominance when I'm in the neighborhood


Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on
Friend, I am cruising in a convertible car with the air conditioning running


That's why the streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool!
That's why the streets welcome and appreciate me, my friend, because I exude a confident and composed aura


Back on the block with the old Face Mob
Returning to the neighborhood with the original members of Face Mob


Mack Mittens and Hov'
Mack Mittens and Jay-Z, referring to themselves


Don't make me relapse
Don't tempt me to go back to my previous destructive behavior


Back to the block with the fo'
Returning to the neighborhood with a firearm


Cuz this street shit is all I know
Because I am only familiar with this lifestyle of the streets


From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot of joy and a spoon
From birth until death, a combination of happiness and sorrow in tumultuous circumstances


Trying to make me forty thousand and move
Attempting to earn forty thousand dollars and relocate


Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons
Staying in motels with celebrities and dangerous individuals


Plain clothes wanna run in my room
Undercover officers want to search my room


But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
But guess who has returned? It is Scarface, representing the Face Mob group


Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg
Began with a small amount of drugs, but now I need to acquire a substantial amount of money, my friend


Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the game go
I won't grant anyone a favor, as you are aware of how the game works


Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no)
Why do you think I sell drugs? It's not to conform to societal norms


I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase
I am here to hustle even more, fully immersed in the pursuit of money


I wanna fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the 88
I desire to engage in sexual activities with an attractive woman and customize/paint my car in a vibrant color


Don't got no wholesale, cause that ain't how I wanna run it
I don't have a large quantity of drugs to sell at a lower price, as that is not my preferred method of operation


Here take these five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred
Here, take these five pieces of crack cocaine and return to me with a profit of a hundred pieces


Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do
You need to witness and understand the consequences of your actions, as you behave similarly to a drug addict


The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool
When the situation becomes too dangerous in the drug trade, I choose to operate in the streets instead


Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Financial problems are a concern, and that's definitely the truth, my friend


Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
If your neighborhood is experiencing success, I will come and disrupt the peace


And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part of the time
I ensure that I can engage in my illegal activities for a certain period of time


We go to war and you ain't making a dime (ha ha!)
We engage in conflicts, but you are not profiting at all (laughter)


Cause I got, shit to lose, a nigga out here payin his dues
Because I have valuable possessions at stake, I must fulfill my obligations and responsibilities


My baby walking gotta get him some shoes
My child is now able to walk, so I need to buy shoes for him


It's a new game doing, lemme give ya the rules
There are new circumstances and rules in play, allow me to explain them to you


Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues
If you misbehave or act inappropriately, I will punish you severely


The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
The person known as B. Mizack, also referred to as Mr. Crack-A-Brick


Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this
I can convert a smaller quantity of drugs into a larger one, demonstrating my expertise


You can smell it once the plastic rips
You can immediately detect the scent of drugs once the plastic packaging is torn


A hot plate'll make ya swell up if ya gasket clicked
Using a hot plate to cook the drugs will cause them to expand if the packaging is tightly sealed


You can make ya chips swell up, ya don't have to pitch
You can accumulate wealth without having to sell drugs


Play them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch
Control your position in the neighborhood like a safety player in football, monitoring the movement of people


Young'n never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz
If you don't hesitate or deceive, you can overcome any challenges or obstacles


And keep ya whole hood on flip, like on box-spring
Affecting the entire neighborhood in a positive way, just like flipping a mattress


Pissy Mack and shit, low old box of things
Pissy Mack and other derogatory items, such as an old box of possessions


Strictly glassy shit, I hug the block like a quart of water
Engaging only in activities related to crack cocaine, I dominate the neighborhood like a large quantity of liquid in a container


Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
In the past, I would claim a specific corner in the neighborhood, just like an old Buick Electra 225


Till like deuce in the morning, with the old heads
Until around two o'clock in the morning, spending time with the older individuals in the community


Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted (had it)
Dealing drugs in smaller quantities, this person from Philadelphia is now armed again


Still fucking with them crack addicts
I am still associated or involved with individuals addicted to crack cocaine


Still busting with that black-matic
Still carrying and using a firearm, specifically a black automatic weapon


Back on the block with the old Face Mob
Returning to the neighborhood with the original members of Face Mob


Mack Mittens and Hov'
Mack Mittens and Jay-Z, referring to themselves


Don't make me relapse
Don't tempt me to go back to my previous destructive behavior


Back to the block with the fo'
Returning to the neighborhood with a firearm


Cuz this street shit is all I know
Because I am only familiar with this lifestyle of the streets




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RICKY M. L. WALTERS, SYLVESTER ALLEN, HAROLD RAY I. BROWN, MORRIS DEWAYNE DICKERSON, LE ROY L. JORDAN, CHARLES MILLER, LEE OSKAR, HOWARD E. SCOTT, RICHARD L. SERRELL, KEVIN WASHINGTON

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@Anti-lytics

Kanye was a musical genius. Instrumental alone is timeless

@christines1821

I’m here in 2023 still listening to this

@sindanonegongo1199

Back then he depended on samples

@stonymontana9773

Lol he just sampled other musical geniuses who played instruments . But yes, he did arrange well

@jhernandez626

@@sindanonegongo1199and your point is 🤔 sampling had been around for decades comments like that are annoying

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@@jhernandez626 facts

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@ryandarko2115

Kanye in the beginning his early days was really just something else man.

@chrism7163

Kanye wasn’t on the beginning of this he did the beat

@ryandarko2115

@@chrism7163 I’m talking about his career

@chrism7163

@@ryandarko2115 he’s done better things then what did in the beginning

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