Change The Game lyrics

Artist  : Jay-Z Featuring Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek 
Song : Change The Game
 


[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,
I'm all that, still puff,
beeeitch!

[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
Change 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
Change the game like we
supposed

[Jay-Z]
Memph Bleek in the
house

[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never
left
Still bust, I'm all that, still puff,
beeeitch!

[singer]
Don't change the
game for these folks
Change 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!