Jay-Z Lyrics
"Change
the Game"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)
[Jay-Z]
Uhh,
uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit relax
your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from
the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh,
sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
[Jay-Z]
Uhh,
uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
[Memphis Bleek]
Still
here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!
[Jay-Z]
Uh,
uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper,
six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
.. hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga
Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's
the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my
name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum
Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{*cycle
whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?
[Beanie
Sigel]
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
[Memphis
Bleek]
Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the
reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in
my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with
[Jay-Z]
The
Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel
[Beanie Sigel]
Desert
Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me
without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T,
I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked
(fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise,
plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug
shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down
South all bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody
spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce,
get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in
the air
[singer]
Don't change the game for these
folks
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Sigel
Sigel in the house
[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick
bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
[singer]
Don't
change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Memph
Bleek in the house
[Memphis Bleek]
Still here,
never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!
[singer]
Don't
change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Young
Hova in the house.. Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
I
wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz
won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray
right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin
ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter
of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin
that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call
this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that,
and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin
repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me - there's only
one rule
I WILL NOT, LOSE!
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