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conversations.value: Write me a song called Guess Who’s Back with the following description: On “Guess Who’s Back,” Jay Z, Scarface, and Beanie Sigel talk about creating and distributing dope products. This song was produced by Kanye West in 2002, two years before the release of his debut album, The College Dropout.
  Scarface spoke about his relationship with the Roc-A-Fella crew in a 2013 interview with Complex:
  I spent a lot of time with Kanye when Kanye was doing a lot of beats. Kanye stepped in on that album. It’s funny how that shit works. Me and JAY-Z would talk for hours. That’s my dog. We’re homies. I fuck with ‘em all. Guru, Kanye, JAY-Z, Beanie, everybody over there at Roc-A-Fella was family. The whole New York was like my extended family.
  Face also spoke about JAY-Z’s creative process:
  For the longest I thought he had pre-written shit and he would drop that down. But as time went on, I realized he was a freak of nature. He can hear a beat three times, listen to the beat ride once all the way through, and then lay his verse. I’ll be at the board writing my verse and he’ll already be gone. He’ll come in there sit, chat, and laugh, and then the beat will come on and he’ll write that shit in the middle of a conversation. The music will be playing and he’ll zero in and be like, ‘Ooh, ooh,’ and then lay that shit.
  Kanye mixed the drums from Dr. Dre’s “Xxplosive” with a sample from “Sunrise” by The Originals:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Jay-Z]
  Talk to me, man… (Ugh-ugh)
  It's your boy, Young Hov
  And if you turn the motherfucking noise up
  We can get right into the proceedings this evening
  The headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit
  Okay
  Now, we working with it (Ugh, ugh)
  The boy Face up in Baseline, baby (Facemob!)
  Welcome to New York City (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
  It's your boy Young Hov' (Chyeah, chyeah)
  Kanye West on the track (Woo!)
  Chi-Town, what’s going on now? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
  Can I talk to y'all for a minute?
  Let me talk to y'all for a minute
  Just gimme a minute of your time, baby
  I don't want much (Woo!)
  Let me talk to these motherfuckers
  Ugh!
  [Verse 1: Jay-Z]
  Guess who's bizzack?
  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 huggin' it
  Niggas couldn't do none 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 niggas can't fuck with me
  I'm calling "guts" every time,
   drag my nuts every time, homie
  We make a great combination, don't we?
  Me and the Facemob, every time we face off
  Face it, y'all—y'all niggas playin' basic-ball
  I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall (Woo!)
  Homie, I'm in the drop with the A/C off
  That's why the streets embrace me, dog, I'm so cool! [Chorus: Kanye West]
  Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's
  Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov
  Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four
  'Cause this street shit is all I know
  [Verse 2: Scarface]
  From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot, a jar and a spoon
  Tryna make me forty thousand and move
  Motels, star-studded, rockstars and goons
  Plainclothes wanna run in my room (Woooo)
  But nigga, guess who's bizzack? It's your boy, Facemob
  Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake, dog
  Give niggas a break? Nah, you know how the game go
  Fuck you think I slang for? To go against the grain? (No!)
  I'm out here in grind mode, wrapped up in the paper chase
  I wanna fuck a fine ho 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 set 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 fo'-shizzle, my nizzle
  Your block warm, and I come by with the fizzle
  And make for sure I get to work mines, a car at a time
  We go to war, and you ain't making a dime, haha!
  'Cause I got shit to lose; a nigga out here paying his dues
  My baby walking, gotta get him some shoes [Bridge: Scarface]
  It's a new game brewing, let me give ya the rules
  Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, ha
  It's a new game goin', lemme give you the rules
  Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, haha! (Whoa)
  [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
  Guess who's bizzack? The boy, B-Mizzack (Yeah)
  AKA Mr. Crack-A-Brick (Straight)
  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 you swell up if you gasket-clipped
  You can make your chips swell up, you don't have to pitch
  Play them corners like a safety, watching traffic switch
  Young'un, never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz (Huh)
  And keep your whole hood on flip (Ugh)
  Like old box-spring, pissy mattress shit
  No, won't box a thing, strictly blasting shit
  I hug the block like quarter-water
   (Ugh)
  Shit, I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
  'Til, like, deuce in the morning
  With the old heads (Ugh), slangin' loose quarters (Quarters)
  This Philly cat back at it (At it)
  Still fucking with them crack addicts, still busting with that black-matic
  [Chorus: Kanye West]
  Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's
  Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov
  Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four
  'Cause this street shit is all I know