Change The Game (Explicit Version) - Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel/Memphis Bleek

Written by：Shawn Carter/Stephen Garrett/Dwight Grant/Jay-Z/Ricardo Thomas

Uhh uhh uhh let's go

Uhh bounce uhh bounce

Uhh bounce uhh

Sh*t 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

Sick bastard

Get your wig pushed back by the wig push backer

Memph Bleek in the house

Still here never left

Still bust more or less still puff beeatch

Young Hova in the house Jigga yeah

Crist sipper six dipper wrist glitter ni**a

Hold up love

Everytime you see Jigga man I'm rollin on dubs

Don't forget about them blades sh*t choppin it up

It's the motherf**kin Roc b**ch 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

Throwing it up like liquor on an empty stomach

Y'all don't hear nuttin'

Who that Mac

Nah dawg that's Mr. Bleek coming

Who the f**k want what

Catch Bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police

Gat on my lap yeah b**ch on my back holla

Yak in my pocket smoking the sticky chocolate oo wee

Holla if you want drama with

The Dynasty Amil Bleek Jigga and

Sigel Desert Eagle dawg who else but me

Roc Airs Roc Wears bandannas and white tees

Me without a gun dawg unlikely

You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat

3 and tee I'm lincoln now you can't see the pound

Got a little gut so gat sit tucked f**k

I run wild gun high l a style

Bang the roscoe to the sunrise plus I stay dumb high

Whether block sh*t or rock sh*t

Club sh*t or ** sh*t I pop sh*t I got sh*t

Get sig any track I'm a spit the talk to it

Down south gon 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

Don't change the game for these hoes

Who plays the game like we supposed

Sigel sigel in the house

Uh huh sick bastard

Get your wig pushed back by the wig push backer

Don't change the game for these hoes

Who plays the game like we supposed

Memph bleek in the house

Still here never left

Still bust more or less still puff beeatch

Don't change the game for these hoes

Who plays the game like we supposed

Young Hova in the house Jigga

Crist sipper six dipper wrist glitter ni**a

I wear more bling to the source and soul train's

More chains than rings niggas 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 who the f**k took it from me

Fourth album still jay still spitting that real sh*t

Volume 3 still sold more records than will smith

Can't call this a comeback I run rap the f**k is y'all saying

Five million I done that and I come back to do it again

Ex sinner grammy award winner

Balling repeatedly highlights on sportscenter

Please repeat after me there's only one rule

I will not lose