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!