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Kurupt Daz Dillinger
Jay-Z Talk to 'em
Kurupt Kurupt young Gotti
Jay-Z Talk to 'em
Kurupt Big Jigga nigg*, what?
Kurupt *sung*
Psycho, like no, b*tch-ass nigg* so
When you see the D-O double G sneak creep low
Jay-Z
In the memory of the Notoroious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Kurupt *sung*
Psycho, like no, b*tch-ass nigg* so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low
Jay-Z
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfkers..
.. hold up love
You know Jigga Man resum, 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 as* can't touch I, muh'fker what's my -
- name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC
R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigg*!!)
Daz
Hold up (hah) wait a minute and
All my thugs get (get what?) gangsta with it
Gotti Jigga and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
with Roc La Familia *y'all ain't feelin us*
Kurupt
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas
nigg* the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERfker
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERfker
Jigga trigger, c*ck-a-poppa, nigg* chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock'll pop a nigg* 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 nigg* Daz (Sigel Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas
b*tt naked girls 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
Chorus
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
Jay That nigg* Daz in the house
Daz 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
Jay Young Gotti in the house
Kurupt
Two-shotty, quick to catch a body
So put a d*ck in ya mouth, ya b*tch
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
Jay-Z
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G motherfkers..
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, c*ck 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
Jay-Z and Kurupt
I'm psycho, like no, other motherfker
And this rifle, right for your head motherfker
Jay Young Hova in da house
Daz Everybody get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigg* tell me how that sound
Daz Dillinger
Cha-pow, layin all you wack down
Blowed out chromed out, swervin through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my nigg* 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 fkin it up
Let it be known; Daz Dillinger, rough to the bone
All alone, roam ya neighborhood high exhaust
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 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
*Now y'all feelin us! Now y'all feelin us!*
Chorus
Don't change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
Jay Sigel Sigel in the house
Beanie Sigel
Uh-huh, sick b*stard
Even mo' sicker ya brain get mo' twisted
Sigel, two Desert Eagle hit you up quick
Got 'em diggin ditches up quick
Got you spittin up cause I'm sick
Gettin up slow from hits from the fifth
Let a row go quick from the clip
s**t, sit a nigg* down quick when I'm pitchin a b*tch
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 nigg* R-O-C
With the D-O-G on ya block
fk the C-O-P's, let me see those trees
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe
Memphis Bleek
Relax b*tch, don't act b*tch, 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
look at me and be like d*mn I was that
I'm "The Understanding" with my peeps, fk foes
Got a house in the back with a Benz and dough
Get cha mind right nigg* 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, nigg* it's a classic
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 nigg*, who want play?
Kurupt *sung*
Psycho, like no, b*tch-ass nigg* so
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low
Jay-Z
I will not, lose