Artist：jay-z Songs Title：change the game Album by: Dynasty-roc La Familia 2000 Artist by: Jay-Z Uhh, uhh, uhh, lets go Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh.. Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free Youre now rollin with them thugs from

Artist：jay-z Songs Title：change the game Album by: Dynasty-roc La Familia 2000 Artist by: Jay-Z Uhh, uhh, uhh, lets go Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh.. Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free Youre 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 glitter nigga! .. hold up love Everytime you see jigga man Im rollin on dubs Dont forget about them blades shit choppin it up Its 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 Yall dont hear nuttin? Who that, mac? Nah dawg, thats m. bleek comin 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) Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (oo-wee!) Holla if you want drama with The dynasty; amil, bleek, jigga and.. 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, Im lincoln now, you cant see the pound Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck) 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 ima spit the talk to it Down south gon 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 Dont change the game for these hoes 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 Dont change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Memph bleek in the house Still here, never left Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch! Dont change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Young hova in the house.. jigga! Crist sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga! I wear more bling to the source and soul trains More chains than rings, niggaz wont do a thing I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight Im deranged Spray right at your brain; by the way this is hov One shot dillinger, one shot killin ya Its 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 Cant call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is yall sayin? Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh) Ex-sinner, grammy award winner Ballin repeatedly, highlights on sportscenter Please repeat after me - theres only one rule I will not, lose!