Dj Clue - Change The Game (Feat. Jay Z, Daz, Kurupt, Beanie Sigel & Memphis Bleek) - Remix (Explicit) lyrics

Daz Dillinger Talk to 'em Kurupt young Gotti Talk to 'em Big Jigga n***a, what? Come on Psycho, like no, b**h a** n***a so When you see the D O double G sneak creep low In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., 2Pac Shakur Psycho, like no, b**h a** n***a so When you see the R O to the C sneak creep low Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R O C, D P G motherf**ers Hold up love You know Jigga man resume, blow up d** Blast round, full pound, no mask or gloves Face down on the gravel, have gun will travel Out the blue steel barrel get ya crew k**ed Perro a** n***as can't touch I, muh'f**er what's my Name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC R o c With the D P G n***a Hold up wait a minute and All my thugs get gangsta with it Get what? Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, k**in' ya with the pound With Roc La Familia Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas D cut through with 2 way Motorolas n***a the Dynasty and the Pentagon motherf**er Hollow tip, stainless Teflon motherf**er Jigga trigger, co*k-a-poppa, n***a chest rocka With the chrome chopper, Glock'll pop a n***a so quick Saddam Niastra, 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 n***a Daz Sigel Sigel Jigga, Memph, in bad a** Impalas bu*t naked b**hes and pop 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 Rollin' with the Roc, straight D P G Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed That n***a 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 Who 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 b**h Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler R O C, D P G motherf**ers B I G still talkin' through the voice of I For 2Pac they yellin' ra da da da da da Not a Blood or a Crip but I put d** on the strip Put dubs on the whip, got bigger guns Than the fuzz on my hip, co*k 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 motherf**er And this rifle, right for your head motherf**er Young Hova in da house Everybody get down Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, n***a tell me how that sound Cha-pow, layin' all you wack n***as down Blowed out chromed out, swervin' through ya town What up? Jigga Man, my n***a 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 f**in' it up Let it be known, Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone All alone, roam ya neighborhood high High stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me In actuality they fake the technicality Dogg Pound Roc-A-Fella that's my family On site n***as died for they salary We the gang and we walk like we talk And we stalk and we do what we do after dark Get one shot Dillinger Roc La Familia Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed Sigel Sigel in the house Uh huh, sick ba*tard Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you n***as up quick Got 'em diggin' ditches up quick Got you n***as spittin' up 'cause I'm sick Gettin' up slow from hits from the fifth Let a row go quick from the clip sh**, sit a n***a down quick when I'm pitchin' a b**h You see light then you takin' a trip Five hours, spill a clip and make the hammer dance I'll holla, while you holla in the ambulance Stop, it's the Roc n***a R O C With the D O G on ya block f** the C O P's, let me see those trees No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe Relax b**h, don't act b**h, we don't stop It's the R O C, geah who forgot You never thought Bleek walk on a track before Hit a switch in a black 6-4 before Down on sunset I run sets, I does that n***as look at me and be like damn I was that I'm the Understanding with my peeps, f** foes Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough Get cha mind right n***a 'fore you mention me Your click ain't too thorough to mention we Don't matter who we collab' with, n***a it's a cla**ic Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause traffic Who want rump, get it crunk with me I'm Bleek, you a got a gun wanna dump with me? You catch Bleek in B.K. or down in L.A With my W and E up n***a, who want play? Psycho, like no, b**h a** n***a so When you see the R O to the C sneak creep low I will not, lose