Chorus:
(Jay-Z)
Shit, relax ya mind
Let ya conscience free
Ya now rollin' wit them thugs from the R-O-C
Beanie Sigel in the house
(Beanie Sigel)
Sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
(Jay-Z)
Memph Bleek in the house
(Memphis Bleek)
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less
Still puff
(Jay-Z)
Young Hova in the house
Jigga, yeah
Cris' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga
Verse 1:
(Jay-Z)
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 that engine gunnin'
Throwin 'it up like liquor on a empty stomach
You don't hear nuttin'?
Who that? Mac?
(Beanie Sigel)
Nah dog, that's M. Bleek comin'
(Memphis Bleek)
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 wit
(Jay-Z)
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and Sigel
(Beanie Sigel)
Desert Eagle dog, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dog, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
3X tee
I'm ? now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so the 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 dog, 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
Chorus:
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
(Jay-Z)
Sigel Sigel in the house
(Beanie Sigel)
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
(Jay-Z)
Memph Bleek in the house
(Memphis Bleek)
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
(Jay-Z)
Young Hova in the house
Jigga
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga
Verse 2:
(Jay-Z)
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train
More chains than rings
Niggas 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 ya'll sayin'?
Five million, I done that
An' I come back to do it again
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin' repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me
There's only one rule
I will not lose