Change the Game
Beanie Sigel Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek Lyrics
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Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh,
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
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 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!
The song "Change the Game" by Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z, and Memphis Bleek is a classic hip-hop track that was released in 2000. The song starts off with an invitation to relax and free your mind as you roll with the thugs from the R-O-C. The song features each artist declaring their presence and lyrical prowess. Sigel's verse is particularly brutal, warning those who cross him that he's the wig push-backer. Bleek proclaims his loyalty to the Roc and brags about his stash of marijuana.
Jay-Z's verse is particularly notable, as he talks about changing his name to Jay Peso but decides to go by William H. instead in the meantime. He also boasts about his success, mentioning his platinum Yamaha and his ability to stay high. He declares that he won't change the game for anyone and continues to spit his real, raw lyrics.
Overall, the song is a celebration of the Roc and its artists, as well as a declaration of their dominance in the rap game.
Line by Line Meaning
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take a deep breath and calm your mind, let go of all your worries and be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You are now riding with the tough guys from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Sigel is present and ready to perform
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Yes, I am a twisted individual
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
You'll regret messing with me when I push your wig back with my forceful punch
Still here, never left
I'm still around and haven't gone anywhere
Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
I am still hustling, smoking, and doing what I do
Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah
Young Hova aka Jigga is present and excited
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
I drink Cristal, wear six bracelets, and have shining diamonds on my wrist
Hold up love
Wait a minute, honey
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
I drive a car with 20 inch rims
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
Don't forget about my car rims causing a stir and cutting through the streets
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
We are the infamous Roc, who else is better than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
Jay-Hov is thinking of changing his name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
But for now, you can call me William H.
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
I am riding on a Yamaha motorcycle with a powerful engine
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
I am throwing up gang signs like puking liquor on an empty stomach
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
You guys are not hearing anything?
Who that, Mac?
Who is that, Mac?
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
No, that's M. Bleek coming
Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Who the hell wants some trouble?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
You can find Bleek relaxing in South Beach far from the watchful eyes of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
I have a gun on my lap and a woman on my back
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
I have some liquor in my pocket and smoking some strong weed
Holla if you want drama with
Let me know if you want trouble with me
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and
The Dynasty consists of Amil, Bleek, Jigga and Sigel
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
I am the only one with a Desert Eagle handgun
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
We represent the Roc wearing bandannas and white t-shirts
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
It is unlikely to see me without my gun
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
You know that I keep my gun right under the shirt
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
I am a triple extra-large and I am now hard to miss with my gun
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I have a little bit of stomach fat, so I have to tuck in my gun
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
I run wild, carrying my gun high like in L.A.
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
I shoot my gun at the sunrise while being extremely high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Whether gangster music or hip hop
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
I rap about clubs and drugs, I boast because I have the money
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Give Sig any beat, he knows how to rap to it
Down South gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it
People in the South are going to dance and the Crips from California will walk to the music
Don't change the game for these hoes
Do not alter the rules for these women
Who plays the game like we supposed
We play the game how it was meant to be played
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
I wear more jewelry to Source and Soul Train Awards
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I wear more necklaces than rings and no one will say anything to me
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
I carry a .44 caliber gun in broad daylight and I am mentally unstable
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
I can shoot you right in the head and by the way, this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
One shot from my gun is deadly like Dillinger, it will kill you
It's only one Roc La Familia
There is only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Sigel represents Philadelphia and Brooklyn represents me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
The East Coast took the rap game from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
On my fourth album, I am still rapping about the truth
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
My album, Volume 3, sold more copies than Will Smith's album
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
This is not a return, I am still on top of the rap game, what are you talking about?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
I have sold five million and I am ready to do it again
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
I was a sinner before, but now I am a Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
I am continuously successful, with my highlights being shown on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me, there's only one rule
Please listen to me, there is only one rule
I will not, lose!
I will not be defeated
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music, Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WILLIAM(BOOTSY) EARL COLLINS, DELMAR ARNAUD, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN JR, SHAWN C CARTER, GEORGE CLINTON, DWIGHT GRANT, RICARDO THOMAS, BERNARD G. WORRELL
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@yummdiddy
The dynasty album era is an underrated moment in Jay z’s career. I lived all these tick rock beats.
@tmac2798
It sold 500k albums first week and went on to be certified 2x platinum. Was never underrated, everyone knew and love it.
@twocents6951
I get what your saying. I agree. When it comes to some of Jay’s best albums this one isn’t mentioned.
@flynt01
We took this era of Rap for granted. It's a shame.
@bobdigi88
Yeah I kinda thought it was better than average, but not as good as PAC, Wu Tang, Nas, Biggie and De La Soul, and it wasn't, but its still fuckin good.
@bobdigi88
@vcorr2288 yeah you're right of course. I remember shitting on Ja Rule at the time too. Now I even appreciate what he did. I'm still not gonna listen to his music, but I appreciate his talent. And even he was way more talented than this eras mumble rappers.
@projectrico3id
You probably did not me. I got all records and taypes sealed in my safe. I mean from all 90 rappers.
@Ernesto355
I know! most trap sux
@toreytownsend611
flynt01 Yes we did
@spinhustlemusicgroup2034
RIP Static Major on the hook. 502 Come up!!!!! Miss you Steve!