Change the Game (Remix) (Explicit) (Remix|Explicit)

Change the Game (Remix|Explicit) - Tha Dogg Pound/Jay-Z/Beanie Sigel/Memphis Bleek

Daz Dillinger

Talk to 'em

Kurupt young Gotti

Talk to 'em

Big Jigga ni**a what

Psycho like no b**ch-a** ni**a so

When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low

In the memory of the Notoroious B I G Tupac Shakur

Psycho like no b**ch-a** ni**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**kers

hold up love

You know Jigga Man resumé blow up ***

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 killed

Perro a** niggaz can't touch I muh'f**ker what's my -

- name Young Hov' gun blow like AC

R-O-C With the D-P-G ni**a

Hold up hah wait a minute and

All my thugs get get what gangsta with it

Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger killin ya with the pound

With Roc La Familia y'all niggaz ain't feelin us

Deep in and out out gold Daytonas

D cut through with 2-way Motorolas

Ni**a the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERF**KER

Hollow tip stainless teflon MOTHERF**KER

Jigga trigger cock-a-poppa ni**a chest rocka

With the chrome chopper glock'll pop a ni**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 ni**a Daz Sigel Sigel

Jigga Memph in bad-a** Impalas

Butt naked b**ches 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 ni**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**ch

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**kers

B-I-G still talkin through the voice of I

For Tupac they yellin ra-da-da-da-da-da

Not a Blood or a Crip but I put *** 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 motherf**ker

And this rifle right for your head motherf**ker

Young Hova in da house

Everybody get down

Roc-A-Fella Dogg Pound ni**a tell me how that sound

Cha-pow layin all you wack niggaz down

Blowed out chromed out swervin through ya town

What up Jigga Man my ni**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**kin it up

Let it be known; Daz Dillinger rough to the bone

All alone roam ya neighborhood high exhaust

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 niggaz 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

Now y'all feelin us Now y'all feelin us

Don't change the game for these hoes

Who plays the game like we supposed

Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh sick bastard

Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted

Sigel two Desert Eagle hit you niggaz up quick

Got 'em diggin ditches up quick

Got you niggaz spittin up cause I'm sick

Gettin up slow from hits from the fifth

Let a row go quick from the clip

Sh*t sit a ni**a down quick when I'm pitchin a b**ch

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 ni**a R-O-C

With the D-O-G on ya block

F**k the C-O-P's let me see those trees

No stems no sticks no seeds just breathe

Relax b**ch don't act b**ch 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

Niggaz look at me and be like damn I was that

I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps f**k foes

Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough

Get cha mind right ni**a 'fore you mention me

Your click ain't too thorough to mention we

Don't matter who we collab' with ni**a it's a classic

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 ni**a who want play

Psycho like no b**ch-a** ni**a so

When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low

I will not lose