Guess Who's Coming to Dinner (Radio Edit)

Give niggaz a break, nah, you know how the game go

Fuck you, think I slang fo', to go against the grain

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 makin' a dime

'Cause 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', let me give ya the rules

Get out of line and I'm a give ya the blues

It's a new game doin', let me give ya the rules

Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues

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 will 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 and 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

Still fuckin' with them crack addicts, still bustin' with that black-magic

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'

'Cause this street is all I know