Change The Game

[Intro: Jay-Z] Uh, uh, uh, let's go Uh, bounce Uh, bounce Uh, bounce Uh [Refrain: Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek] Shit, relax your mind, let your conscience be free You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel-Sigel in the house, uh-huh, sick bastard (Yeah) Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-back-er (Uh, uh) Memph' Bleek in the house, still here, never left (Uh, uh) Still bust, more or less, still puff, bitch (Uh, uh) Young Hova in the house, Jigga (Yeah) Cris' sipper, six-dipper, wrist-glitter, nigga [Verse 1: Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel] Hold up, love Every time you see Jiggaman, I'm rolling on dubs Don't forget about them blades, shit, chopping it up It's the motherfucking 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 gunning Throwing it up like liquor on an empty stomach Shh, y'all don't hear nothing? Who that, Mack? Naw, dawg, that's M. Bleek coming [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek & Jay-Z] 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) 'Gnac in my pocket, smoking that sticky chocolate (Ooh-wee) Holler if you want drama with The Dynasty, Amil, Bleek, Jigga, and [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Sigel, Desert Eagle, dawg, who else but me? Roc Airs, Roc-Wears, bandanas and white tees Me without a gun, dawg? Unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wife-beat' Three-X tee, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound Got a little gut, so the gat sit tucked (Fuck) I run wild, gun high, L.A. style Bang the Roscoe 'til the sunrise, plus, I stay dumb high Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit Give Sig' any track, I'ma spit the talk to it Down South gon' bounce, Crips gon' walk to it Get a ounce, get the '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 (Yeah) [Chorus: Static Major, Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek] Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we supposed Sigel-Sigel in the house, uh-huh, sick bastard (Yeah) Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer (Uh, uh) Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we supposed Memph' Bleek in the house, still here, never left Still bust, more or less, still puff, bitch Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we supposed Young Hova in the house, Jigga Cris' sipper, six-dipper, wrist-glitter, nigga (Yeah) [Verse 4: Jay-Z] I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Trains 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 killing you It's only one Roc La Familia Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me Matter fact, the East Coast, fuck took it from me? Fourth album, still Jay, still spitting 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 saying? Five million? I done that, and I've come back To do it again (Uh-huh) Ex-sinner, Grammy Award winner Balling repeatedly, highlights on SportsCenter Please repeat after me, it's only one rule I will not lose