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Change The Game
DJ Clue; JAY Z; Daz; Kurupt; Memphis Bleek; Beanie Sigel
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Talk to 'em
Corrupt Young Gotti
Talk to 'em
Big Jigga, nigga
What?
Come on
Psycho like no bitch ass nigga
So when you see the D-O-double-G sneak creep low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., 2Pac Shakur, R.I.P
Nigga, R.I.P
New shit, we changed the game
The Roc remix
Young Hova in the house
Worldwide hustler
R-O-C, DPG, motherfuckers
Hold up, love, you know Jigga Man resume
Blow up drugs, blast round, four pound
No mask or glove, face down on the gravel
Have gun will travel out the blue steel barrel
Get your crew killed, peril ass niggas can't touch y'all
Motherfucker, what's my name?
Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R-O-C with the DPG
Hold up, wait a minute
All my thugs get gangsta with it
Gotti, Jigga and Dash Dillinger
Killin' you with the pound, we Roc Life Familia
Y'all niggas ain't feelin' us
We spinnin' out Al Gore Daytonas
Team touchy with two-way rollerballers
Dynasty in the Pentagon, motherfucker
Hollow tip, stainless Teflon, motherfucker
Jigga trigger cocka, pop a nigga chest rocker
With the chrome chopper Glock'll pop a nigga so quick
Some dime neostra, done stepped in the mud
And about to steal everything from the flat foot
Calico collector, have you ever seen a
Four so clean like a brand new Nina?
My nigga Dash (Siegel Siegel)
Jigga man from Bad Ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches in popped collars
The popular scholar, this is the beginning
With the hollow tips goin', chrome wheels spinnin'
Never have you ever seen a G like me
Rollin' with The Roc, straight DPG
Go change the game for these hoes
Play the game like we supposed
My nigga Dash in the house
DPGC, 4LIF, we Roc D-O-double-G
Go change the game for these hoes
Play the game like we supposed
Young Gotti in the house
Two shotty quick to catch a body
So put a dick in your mouth, you bitch
Go change the game for these hoes
Play the game like we supposed
Young Hov' in the house
Worldwide hustler
R-O-C, DPG, motherfuckers
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 the strip
Put dubs on the 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, motherfuckers
Young Hova in the house
Everybody get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga, tell me how that sound
It's your pal, layin' all you wack niggas down
Blowed out, chrome's out, swervin' through your town
What up? Jigga man, my nigga Corrupt
Laid back, packin' a nut, waitin' you up
No remorse, ask the bust, let you feel the dust
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella straight fuckin' it up
Let it be known, Dash Dillinger, rough to the bone
All alone, roam your neighborhood, hide your chrome
High signin' profiler, y'all comin' after me
In actuality they face the technicalities
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella, that's my family
On sight, niggas die for they salary
We the gang and we walk like we stalk
And we stalk and we do what we do out the dark
It's one shot Dillinger, Roc Life Familia
Now y'all feelin' us, now y'all feelin' us
Go change the game for these hoes
Play the game like we supposed
Siegel Siegel in the house
Sick bastards, even more sicker
Your brain get more twisted
Siegel, two Desert Eagle hit you niggas up quick
Got 'em dickin' bitches up quick
Got you niggas spittin' up 'cause I'm sick
Gettin' up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a roll 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 dollars kill a clip and make the hammer dance
I holler while you holler in the ambulance
Stop, it's the Roc, nigga
R-O-C with the D-O-G on your block
Fuck the C-O-Ps, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breeze
Relax, bitch, don't act bitch, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, yeah, who forgot?
You never thought Bleek walked on a track before
Hit a switch in the black six-four before
Down on Sunset I run sets, I does that
Niggas look at me and be like, "Damn, who was that?"
I'm the understandin' with my peeps, fuck foes
Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough
Get your mind right, nigga, 'fore you mention me
Your clique 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 wanna rump? Get it crump with me
I'm Bleek, you got a gun you wanna dump with me?
You catch Bleek in BK, down in L.A
With my W and E up, nigga, who wanna play?
Psycho like no bitch ass nigga
So when you see the R-O-double-C sneak creep low
I will not lose
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