[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, letīs go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
Youīre now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!
[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah
Cristī sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
.. hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man Iīm rollin on dubs
Donīt forget about them blades shit choppin it up
Itīs 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
{*cycle whizzes by*} Yīall donīt hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?
[Beanie Sigel]
Nah dawg, thatīs 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 with
[Jay-Z]
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel
[Beanie 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 wifebeatī
Three-X-T, Iīm Lincoln now, you canīt 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 Sigī any track Iīma spit the talk to it
Down South all bounce Crips gonī 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
[singer]
Donīt change the game for these folks
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
[singer]
Donīt change the game for these folks
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 - beeatch!
[singer]
Donīt change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!
Cristī sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Trainīs
More chains than rings, niggaz wonīt do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight Iīm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hovī
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
Itīs 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
Canīt call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is yīall 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 - thereīs only one rule
I WILL NOT, LOSE!
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