Change The Game (Remix)

[Intro: Kurupt & Jay-Z] Daz Dillinger Talk to 'em Kurupt Young Gotti Talk to 'em Big Jigga, nigga, what? (Jigga, what up?) Psycho-like-no-bitch-azz-niggas So, when you see the D-O (Yea) double G, sneak, creep low In the memory of Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur Ridin'! (Yea, yea, yea, yea) Niggas ridin' Psycho-like-no-bitch– (Uh, uh) azz-niggas So, when you see the R-O (Right) double C sneak, creep low Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R-O-C, D.P.G., motherfuckers [Verse 1: Jay-Z, & Daz Dillinger] Hold up, love You know Jigga Man resumé: blow up drugs,  Blast round, full pound, no mask or glove Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel, get ya crew killed Peril ass niggas can't touch I Muh'fucker, what's my – Name, Young Hov', gun blow like A/C R-O-C with the – with the D.P.G., nigga! Hold up (Ha, ha), wait a minute and All my thugs get (Get what?) gangsta with it! (Yeah) Gotti, Jigga, and Daz Dillinger killin' ya with the pound With Roc La Familia – y'all niggas ain't feelin us! [Verse 2: Kurupt, (Daz Dillinger), both together] Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2-way Motorolas (Nigga) The Dynasty and the Penagon, motherfucker Hollow tip, stainless teflon, motherfucker Jigga trigger, clock and pop a nigga, chest rocka With the chrome chopper, Glock'll pop a nigga so quick Saddam Ne'Astra, y'all done stepped in the mud And about to feel ery'thing from the flat foot Calicos collective, have you ever seen a Four so clean like a brand new nina? My nigga Daz (Sigel, Sigel!) Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas Butt-naked bitches and popped collars The popular scholar, this is the beginnin' With the hollow tips soarin', chrome wheels spinnin' Never have you ever seen a G like me (Like me!) Rollin' with the Roc, straight D.P.G.  (Nigga!) [Chorus: Static Major, Jay-Z, Daz Dillinger & Kurupt] Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we supposed That nigga Daz in the house D.P.G.C. fo' L-I-F-E, Roc, D-O-double-G Don't change the game for these hoes Plays the game like we supposed Young Gotti in the house Two-shotty, quick to catch a body So put a dick in ya mouth, ya bitch! Don't change the game for these hoes (Yea) Plays the game like we supposed Young Hova in the house º worldwide hustler R-O-C, D.P.G., motherfuckers [Verse 3: Jay-Z] B.I.G. still talkin' through the voice of I For 2Pac, they yellin' "Ra-da-da-da-da-da!" I'm not a Blood or a Crip, but I put drugs on a strip Put dubs on a whip Got bigger guns than the fuzz on my hip Cock back, let it rip Won't stop that, 'til the whole clip's gone (Click...!) Click! Okay, let's not forget 'Cause you got a vest on, all I'm aimin' is teflon I'm psycho, like no–other motherfucker Aim this rifle–right for your head, motherfucker Young Hova in the house [Verse 4: Daz Dillinger, (Kurupt), together] Everybody, get down! Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound! Nigga, tell me how that sound? Cha-pow, layin' all you wack niggas down, blowed out Chromed out, swervin' through ya town What up? Jigga Man, my nigga Kurupt Laid back, actin' a nut, waitin to 'rupt No remorse as we bust, let you feel the dust Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella, straight fuckin' it up Let it be known – Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, bomb ya neighborhood, high as its blown (Wooh, wooh, wooh) High stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me (Fuck y'all!) In actuality, they fake the technicality (What up?!) Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella – that's my family On site, niggas die for they salary We the gang and we walk like we talk And we stalk and we do what we do after dark It's one-shot Dillinger, Roc La Familia Now y'all feelin' us! Now y'all feelin' us! [Chorus: Static Major, Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel] Don't change the game for these hoes We plays the game like we supposed Sigel, Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Even mo' sicker, ya brain get mo' twisted [Verse 5: Beanie Sigel] Sigel, two Desert Eagle, hit you niggas up quick Got 'em diggin' ditches up, quake Got you niggas spittin' up, 'cause I'm sick Gettin' up slow from hits from the fifth Let a row go quick from the clip Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch You see light, then you takin' a trip Five hours, spill a clip, and make the hammer dance I'll holla, while you all up in the ambulance STOP – it's the Roc, nigga, R-O-C With the D-O-G On ya block, Fuck the C-O-P's Let me see those trees No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe [Verse 6: Memphis Bleek] Relax, bitch, don't act, bitch, we don't stop It's the R-O-C, gyeah – who forgot? You never thought Bleek walked on a track before Hit a switch in a black '6-4 before Down on Sunset, I run sets, I does that Niggas look at me and be like, "Damn, I was that" I'm The Understanding with my peeps, fuck foes Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough Get ya mind right, nigga, 'fore you mention me Your click ain't too thorough to mention we Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga, it's a classic Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause traffic Who wan' rump, get it crunk with me? I'm Bleek, you got a gun, you wan' dump with me? You catch Bleek in B.K. (Or!) down in L.A With my "W" and "E" up – nigga, who want play? [Kurupt] Psycho-like-no-bitch-azz-niggas So, when you see the D-O-double-G, sneak creep low [Outro: Jay-Z] I will not lose!