Change the Game
Jay-Z Beanie Sigel Memphis Bleek Lyrics

Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
The song is about to begin

Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Take it easy and be yourself, don't worry about anything

You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
You are now in the company of dangerous and powerful people from Roc-A-Fella Records

Sigel Sigel in the house Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Beanie Sigel is present and ready to rap aggressively; he's going to knock opponents out

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house Still here, never left Still bust, more or less, still puff, beeatch!
Memphis Bleek is also present, showing he's still relevant and can hold his own in the industry

Young Hova in the house, Jigga! Yeah Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
Jay-Z appears and boasts about his wealth and high-end lifestyle

Hold up love Everytime you see Jigga Man, I'm rollin on dubs Don't forget about them blades, shit choppin it up
Jay-Z is riding in luxury cars with rims and has weapons at his disposal

It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Roc-A-Fella Records is the best in the game and nobody can compete

Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso But in the meantime, call me William H., though
Jay-Z considers changing his name to something else but still wants to be called William H. for now

On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin' Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach Y'all don't hear nuttin'?
Jay-Z is riding his Yamaha motorcycle recklessly and is making noise, challenging others to match his pace

Who that, Mac? Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
Jay-Z and others are introducing Memphis Bleek as he enters the scene

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 (ooh-wee!)
Memphis Bleek is in South Beach, evading law enforcement and has weapons and drugs on him

Holla if you want drama with The Dynasty, Amil, Bleek, Jigga and Sigel, Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Anyone who wants trouble with Roc-A-Fella Records can get it from any of the members, especially Beanie Sigel and his powerful weapon

Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees Me without a gun, dawg, unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Roc-A-Fella gear is popular and the members always carry weapons, even under their clothing

Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
Memphis Bleek brags about carrying a concealed weapon and how his belly hides it well

I run wild, gun high, L.A. style Bang the Roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Memphis Bleek acts recklessly and shoots guns like they do in Los Angeles; he also gets high a lot

Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit, I got shit
Bleek talks about thriving in any situation, whether it's on the block or in the club; he always has something to say and something to sell

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
Beanie Sigel can rap to any beat and Bleek is encouraging people to smoke while listening to the music; he wants everyone involved

We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
The crew is smoking and inviting others to do the same

Don't change the game for these hoes Who plays the game like we supposed
They don't want anyone to mess up the status quo; they're doing things the way they're supposed to be done

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's More chains than rings, niggas won't do a thing
Jay-Z steps up his jewelry game for events, showing off his wealth, and dares others to challenge him

I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged Spray right at your brain, by the way this is Hov'
Jay-Z carries and fires a gun whenever he wants and is not afraid to show it; he wants people to know it's him pulling the trigger

One shot Dillinger, one shot killin' ya It's only one Roc La Familia
Jay-Z and Roc-A-Fella Records are a powerful force and can take anyone down with one shot

Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Beanie Sigel claims control over Philadelphia, and Jay-Z does the same for Brooklyn; they also feel like the East Coast belongs to them

Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit Volume Three still sold more records than Will Smith
Jay-Z is still authentic and popular despite being in the game for a while; his music is also outselling Will Smith's

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)
Jay-Z doesn't want people to say he's making a comeback because he was always on top; he boasts about his sales and plans to continue his success

Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter Please repeat after me, there's only one rule I will not, lose!
Jay-Z has left his past behind and now has a Grammy and is doing well; he wants his fans to follow his example and never give up