jay-z
change the game
 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 uh-huh sick bastard get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer uhh uhh memph bleek in the house still here never left still bust more or less still puff - beeatch! 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? nah dawg that's m. bleek comin who the fluck want what? catch bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police gat on my lap bitch on my back yak in my pocket smokin the sticky chocolate holla if you want drama with the dynasty; amil bleek jigga and. 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 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 don't change the game for these folks 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 folks 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 folks who plays the game like we supposed 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 ex-sinner grammy award winner ballin repeatedly highlights on sportscenter please repeat after me - there's only one rule i will not lose!