Change The Game (remix) Lyrics

Daz Dillinger
Talk to 'em
Kurupt young Gotti
Talk to 'em
Big Jigga nigga, what?
Come on

Psycho, like no, bitch a*s nigga so
When you see the D O double G sneak creep low
In the memory of the Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Psycho, like no, bitch a*s nigga 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 resume, blow up drugs
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*s 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 nigga

Hold up wait a minute and
All my thugs get gangsta with it
Get what?
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin' ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia

Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2 way Motorolas
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon motherf**ker
Hollow tip, stainless Teflon motherf**ker
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, nigga chest rocka
With the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigga 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 nigga Daz
Sigel Sigel
Jigga, Memph, in bad a*s Impalas
Butt naked bitches 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 nigga 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 d**k in ya mouth, ya bitch

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 drugs 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, nigga 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 nigga 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

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

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

Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin' a bitch
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 nigga 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 bitch, don't act bitch, 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 nigga 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigga it's a cla*sic
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 nigga, who want play?

Psycho, like no, bitch a*s nigga so
When you see the R O to the C sneak creep low
I will not, lose

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