Scarface
The Fix
2002 - Def Jam South

"Guess Who's Back"

[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
Kanye 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 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 the 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 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

[Scarface]
From the womb to the tomb - a hot pot of joy and a spoon
Tryna make me forty thousand and move
Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons
Plain clothes wanna run in my room (whooooo...)
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg
Give niggaz 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, cuz 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 makin a dime (ha ha!)
Cuz I got, shit to lose - a nigga out here payin his dues
My baby walkin gotta get him some shoes
It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules
Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues
It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules
Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!

[Beanie Sigel]
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 hafta 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 mornin, with the old heads
Slangin loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted (had it)
Still fuckin with them crack addicts
Still bustin with that black-matic

[Hook]

*whistling till fade*

WARRIOR CENTRAL

A case study by Kool Keith, esquire of the og moneyhandlers.

Alfred already mentioned it earlier today, but it is now time to honor the duties of a true clipper fan when faced with an honest bet on the grand stage of the blogosphere. If Clipper himself, that crazy kid, that psychic dog who actually, is here, well I know he's proud cuz I can feel it. and he his not related to Sam, if that's what you're thinking. The name is the thing, ya know, it's a name game.

anyway. so Joseph is the champ today because the golden state warriors stomped the hapless clips last night like the royal guard up in the shizzy. and um, so yeah, the clippers suck.


so since this is golden state warrior central and everything, i thought i would go down memory lane with you and reveal the hidden secret that i don't reveal except for in taxi cabs and subway cars, it's that i actually used to be a golden state warrior fan. it was the days of Run-TMC about a year before they traded Mitch Richmond for the shasberg Billy Owens, who proceeded to just Billy Owens it through whatever season, he was ok but no Mitch Richmond. yes ok the other parts of the trio of running was Chris Mullin and Timmy Hardaway. Mullie kind of shaised out the rest of his career, but at this time he was going off & could hit from anywhere. Timmy the ol utep 2 step was regulatin kind of like a more exciting stephon marbury with a better outside shot and grace and behind the shoulder shots, timmy was awesome.



so they win like 60 games one year, and everyone in the bay area is like "oh yeah they're gonna do it, they're badass" see they were like totally in it to win it. (bailout, joe) and then they lose in the first series to Charles Barkley, Kevin Johnson, & the badass suns who would go on to lose in the finals to jordan and the bulls. (so that was probably 1993, cuz i believe that it was the third of the first threepeat that they beat the suns, the 1st 2 being the lakers and trailblazers. yes that's correct. thank you chick hearn's grandson eddie. not me, him.

back on track with the warriors. oh so yeah they have Chris Webber come in for like 8 billion dollars and he is badass but then they won't pay up when it's piper time so he's like peace out I'm off to Sacramento the most boring city in america. so anyhoo fukn throw in a lot of Chris Gatling and oh shit, didn't bo outlaw go through there? oh no that's the clippers. and who could forget Latrell Sprewell, those bay area announcers HAD to say "spree for three" everytime he went up for one. he was badass though, mainly drafted off of his defensive skills in college (a small southern school if memory serves me correct) and ok what was I talking about?



oh yeah bball. so yeah the warriors made the playoffs a couple years but sucked ass. and i wasn't really feelin dey prospects, even though they're prospects were better than the clippers. because i moved back to LA and I knew. I knew that it was gonna be ALL about the clippers someday and then forevermore in infinite memory they'll recall the original conversation that the inceptionary clipfan knew of when he declared "the world is fit for masters and servants and wings shall clip that once were tethered, bringing order back to the one place they thought it could never be, world champion los angeles clippers."

What a kettle of donkey squirt. A two dollar shirt with a flakey old gert. And then auntie fert calls up with a blanket spanking blershey shirt. Ain’t that quirt? And to top it off a bucket of blurt.

Sooo fukn stupid, is what I feel to write right now. You cannot fight it, it’s like megatron 3 on a space needle central 211. If you have access to Brandon’s hidden iba then maybe you’ll understand jaquiline bissette’s frame of thinking involving zhing zhang and papa wang.

That’s a chung big daddy. On a first and one. Give it to Barry. He’ll juke and he’ll shiver and he’ll make grandpappy Sammie get I’ll gerked and giggly and then it’ll be time for the okefenokee swamp retirement organization picnic on every Tuesday since 1343 in ol frank mcgertle’s abandoned farm.

If you want to make it to Barry Sander’s super special card signing at the corner of Figueroa and Thompson then get out your Thomas guide, have to be page 72, and right there in square E-4 you’ll find Hibi Jamb Bolt’s Taxi service. There’s a guy named Louie there works the business counter, know whut I mean? He’ll have the directions to the egg collection agency that can get you the proper coordinates and then you’ll be ALL hooked up. Free Barry Sanders’ signed footballs, posters, changers, dog collars, bumper stickers, aftershave, signature series jumping shoes and beanbag chairs. And don’t quote me on it but I BELIEVE that it will be acceptable to ask him when and if he’s coming out retirement and playing for the Oaktown Faders. He will not I repeat NOT under any circumstances whatsoever ever be getting into any type of uniform associated with a horse or donkey.

the tough thing about being an la clipper is the losing.

The constant never-ending and skull crunching losing that is only slightly numbed by the cash money lining your pockets.

You get to run around and jam and hoop it up and it’s generally a young atmosphere as the veterans with any serious skills whatsoever avoid that club like the seventh plague of Mephistopheles.

Every couple years some funky veteran will come through on the downward spiral of his career. Dominique Wilkins, Bill Walton. There are a lot of people (well probably not that many) who are totally fascinated with this team despite their perennial record of losing. Clippers fans were on the cover of Sports Illustrated’s “worst franchises” issue a couple years ago. Really, they’re a joke.

Yet they are the Clippers. Formerly known as the Buffalo Braves, and I honestly don’t know if that means Buffalo, New York, or Buffalo, Wisconsin. I do know however, that back in those days, a man named Bob McAdoo was down with Clipper history and the super-insane mizzann of the NBA, ruling like a rulon in romulanville, and he was a true bad-ass. He would put up 50 in a game just for looking at his Grandma Sally the wrong way.



The fact that Bob McAdoo was not named on the 50 greatest players list published by the NBA a few years back was the most blasphemous omission out of any other argument of any other player ever in the league and anyone that cares to take that up with the management is more than welcome to call up Vinny and Teddy-boy for an evening a getting’ their head clanged in with a fukn 2x4 for about 73 minutes followed by a breakfast of frozen steak and feta cheese cracker sandwiches.