Change the Game
Beanie Sigel/Daz/Jay-Z/Kurupt/Memphis Bleek Lyrics


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Uh, uh, uh, let's go
uh, bounce, uh, bounce
uh, bounce, uh,
Shit 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

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!

Uh, uh, uh-huh-uh-uh, uh
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's 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
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

Nah dawg, that's 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

Sigel, 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, I'm Lincoln now, you can't 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 I'ma 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

Don't 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

Don't 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!

Don't 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 Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz 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 killin ya
It's 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
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all 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, there's only one rule
I will not, lose!

Overall Meaning

The song "Change the Game" by Beanie Sigel, Daz, Jay-Z, Kurupt, and Memphis Bleek contains a series of verses where each rapper spits their verses to showcase their respective styles. The verses are heavily grounded on boasting, with each rapper talking about their ability to dominate the rap game. The song starts with Beanie Sigel's voice saying, "Uh, uh, uh, let's go, uh, bounce, uh, bounce, uh, bounce," which leads to the hook - "Don't change the game for these hoes, who plays the game like we supposed." The chorus highlights the group's focus on the old-school style of rap music and their resistance to new trends that seem to suppress the art's true essence.


Jay-Z's verse is replete with cocky rhymes about his lavish lifestyle, Cristal sipping, bling-blings, and his desire to maintain his position as the top dog in the rap game. This verse is proof that Young Hova had a lot to brag about, considering he had already sold over five million records by that time. Furthermore, he emphasizes his purpose of not leaving the throne anytime soon, as he declares, "Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin? Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again."


Overall, the song is a classic rap tune boasting the strength of the Roc-A-Fella Records in the early 2000s as each rapper holds their ground on the track, keeping the energy up and boasting about their prowess.


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Line by Line Meaning

Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take a deep breath and let go of any stress or worries, focus on being present in the moment


You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You are now associated with and accepted within the group of criminals from the R-O-C


Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
You will be beaten so badly you will lose your wig, by the person who pushes wigs back


Still here, never left / Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
I am still present and active, still making music and smoking marijuana


Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I drink expensive Cristal champagne, wear expensive jewelry on my wrist, and am a skilled rapper


Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Every time you see me, Jay-Z, I am driving a car with 20 inch rims


Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
Don't forget about the knives that we use to cut up drugs


On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
I am riding a Yamaha motorcycle made of platinum and its engine is revving up


Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
I have a bottle of cognac in my pocket and am smoking high quality marijuana


Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees / Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
We represent the Roc label through our clothing and gang symbols, and I always carry a gun for protection


I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
I act wild and carry a gun, in a style similar to Los Angeles gang culture


Whether block shit or rock shit / Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Whether I am rapping about street life or party life, I am confident and successful in what I do


We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
We are smoking marijuana in this room, and the smoke is thick and noticeable


I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's / More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I wear more jewelry and chains than others, and no one will dare confront me about it


I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged / Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
I carry a gun and will use it if necessary, even in broad daylight, and I want everyone to know it's me, Jay-Z


Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit / Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
This is my fourth album and I'm still rapping about real life, and my previous album sold more than a famous actor's music


Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
I never went away, I've been running the rap game, what are you talking about?


Please repeat after me, there's only one rule / I will not, lose!
I want you to repeat this phrase with me, showing your commitment to winning and never giving up




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bernie Worrell, Ricardo Thomas, Dwight Grant, George Clinton, Shawn C. Carter, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr., Delmar Arnaud, William Earl Collins

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