Chauncey Mahan - Change the Game lyrics

[Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh.. sh** relax your mind, let your conscience be free You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick ba*tard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch! [Jay-Z] Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter n***a! Hold up love Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs Don't forget about them blades sh** choppin it up It's the motherf**in Roc b**h, 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 Throwing it up like liquor on an empty stomach Y'all don't hear nuttin'? Who that, Mac? [Beanie Sigel] Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin [Memphis Bleek] Who the fu*k, want, what? Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap (yeah) b**h on my back (holla) Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!) Holla if you want drama with [Jay-Z] The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. [Beanie Sigel] Sigel - Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me? Roc Airs, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees Me without a gun dawg, unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat' 3x Tee, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (f**) I run wild, gun high, L.A. style Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high Whether block sh** or rock sh** Club sh** or drug sh**, I pop sh** I got sh** Get Sig' any track I'mma 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 [Static Major] Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed [Jay Z] Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick ba*tard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [Static Major] Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed [Jay Z] Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch! [Static Major] Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed [Jay Z] Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter n***a! [Jay Z] I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's More chains than rings, n***as 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 k**in ya It's only one Roc La Familia Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me Matter of fact, the East Coast, who the f** took it from me? Fourth album still Jay still spitting that real sh** Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the f** is y'all saying? 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 - there's only one rule I WILL NOT, LOSE!