Change The Game lyrics - jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go

Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce

Uhh, bounce, uhh..

Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free

You're 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

Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!

.. 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 the engine gunnin

Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach

{cycle whizzes by} Y'all don't hear nuttin?

Who that, Mac?

[Beanie Sigel]

Nah dawg, 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 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 wifebeat'

Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't 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 Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it

Down South all 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

We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

[singer]

Don't 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]

Don't 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]

Don't change the game for these folks

who plays the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]

Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!

Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's

More chains than rings, niggaz 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 y'all 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 - there's only one rule

I WILL NOT, LOSE!

I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Let's go

Hov!

Uh huh, Hov'

You, are, not, ready

Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

[Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]

I'm a hustler baby, I'm a hustler

I just want you to know, wanna let you know

It aint where I been, it aint where I been

But where I'm bout to go, top of the world!

Now I just wanna love you, just wanna love you

But be who I am, you know you love me

And with all this cash, mo' money, mo' problems

You'll forget your man

Now give it to me

(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)

[Jay-Z]

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin

Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin

I'm a pimp by blood, not relation

Y'all be chasin, I replace them, huh?

Drunk off Crist', mami on E

Can't keep her little model hands off me

Both in the club, high, singing off key

"And I wish I never met her at all..."

It gets better, ordered another round

It's, about, to go, down

Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'

Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere

What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses

Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion

Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra

Filth Mart jeans, take that off

[Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]

Give it to me

(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)

I said give it to me

(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage

Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats

You wanna see how far I'ma go

How, much I'ma spend but you already know

Zip, zero, stingy with dinero

Might buy you Crist', but that about it

Might light your wrist, but that about it

Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips

Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick

Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless

Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down

Get you bling like the Neptune sound

Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold

Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul

Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies

I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon

[Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]

Give it to me

(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)

I said give it to me

(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)

I'm a hustler baby, uh, Hov'

I just want you to know, Hov'

It aint where I been

But where I'm bout to go, Hov', Hov'

Now I just wanna love you, young Hova

But be who I am, know you love me

And with all this cash, mo' money, mo' problems

You'll forget your man

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Same song, I'm back, been around the world

Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls

From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia

The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin

Can't deny me, why would you want to

You need me, why don't you try me

Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!

[Break: Pharrell Williams (J.U.I.C.E.)]

Give it to me

(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)

I said give it to me

(Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff)

You gotta...

Give it to me

Uh, uh huh

Streets Is Talking lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Jay-Z]

Is he a Blood, is he Crip?

Is he that, is he this?

Did he do it? Y'know, ehh

Look..

If I shoot you, I'm brainless

Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin this

I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff

Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?

I shoulda known better, and I planned to

but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle

I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet

I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage

Let niggaz take shots at me, no response

I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz

You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond

He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm

You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran

or Old Testament, don't test him then

I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause

Your future's my past, I've been here before

I know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottin

I got, mental vision, intuition

I know where you goin I read your mind's navigational system

Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

[Chorus]

When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin

Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?

I need to know.. geah geah

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah..

[Jay-Z]

You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin

And I only use his waist to keep my glock in

But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin

And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin

S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood

Bad move; that's bad news

How many times have I got to prove?

How many loved ones have you got to lose

before you realize that it's probably true?

Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do

Shit I paid my dues, I made the news

I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews

And the streets say Jigga can't go back home

You know when I heard that? When I was back home

I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome

On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future

Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya

The answer is simply too dark for the user

And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows

But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?

'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone

from what the block has spoken, my God

Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?

Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...

[Chorus]

When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin

Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?

I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah

Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah

When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin

Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?

I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh

Yeah, yo, yo

[Jay-Z]

I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know

I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old

He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll

but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad

I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base

The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face

All I did was smoke joke, think and drink

Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game

I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script

slip up and change the story

I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory

before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully

I took trips with so much shit in the whip

that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF

Smell me nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumors

Holla if you feel me nigga

[Beanie Sigel]

The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?

Shit they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now

Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious now

So, under the park the extra cartridge now

Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense

I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic express

I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors

But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still ?? ?? Allah

Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall

But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all

To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this

Fuck you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+

Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like payroll

or soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo

Corleone, they find you with a hole in your dome

I roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your home

Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense

Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin

Apply full court pressure

like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure

to the trigger, bullets fly in three's

You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves

I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave

Look in my eyes, realize it's Beans

Niggaz wanna despise the team; till I play head coach

and straight up, divide they team

Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things

Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! Yeah..

This Can't Be Life lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Scarface)

[Jay-Z]

Geah.. whassup?

Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz

Real niggaz, worldwide

Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story

We all ghetto B - here's mine 

Geah

See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music

Flow tight like I was born Jewish

Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 

38 longs inside my mom's Buick

At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news

Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid

Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too

Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it

My life is gettin too wild

I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it

Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!"

It's like '93, '94, bout the year 

that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked 

outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked

Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block

like "Damn; I'ma be a failure"

Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia

Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us

Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts

Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin

So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait!

It gets worse, baby momma water burst

Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on

Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb

Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

[Beanie Sigel]

Chill dog

Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother

Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother

Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another

I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher

When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real

I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills

Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real

Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real

What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real

What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real

Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans

Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin

Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an

I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine

Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body

Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee

I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me

Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me

There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans

Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin

My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog

Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog

I come back in the afterlife

Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin?

[Chorus]

[Scarface]

Yeah.. uhh..

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'

I got a phone call from one of my nigs

Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids

And when I heard that I just broke into tears

And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is

But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib

So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news

Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two

Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars

Lovin your kids just like you was ours

And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours

I just know that heaven'll open these doors

And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this 

God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company

Who loves all and hates not one

And one day you gon' be wit your son

I could've rapped about my hard times on this song

But heaven knows I woulda been wrong

I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love 

It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us

This can't be life

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

This can't be life..

Get Your Mind Right Mami lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Memphis Bleek, Snoop Dogg)

[Jay-Z]

Sup ma? You want to roll with us, y'knowhatI'msayin?

It's good, it's love, it's all love

We got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play truth or dare

We gon' really get to know one another

All you gotta do is put your hair down, get your mind right

Knahmean? I'm here for you, yo

Relax yourself, let your conscience be free

You now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C

Ain't no place on the planet that you'd rather be

but in the blue flame, bitch you're new to the game

Cross over to the Roc, make yourself hot

The topic of discussion in every nail shop

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust

and within a week, watch your arm freeze up

Brassiere get right, A to a D cup

Weave get tight, pedicure your feet up

Ears get iced, gear get spiced

From hoodrat to superstar, there's your life

Fuck with Hova, he can take you out of your hell

Say bye to Reebok, say hi to Chanel

Say hi to Gucci, Prada as well

Take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself

[Chorus w/ singer]

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, I'm young Memphis, used to play the apprentice

Now I'm like the teacher, c'mere, let me teach ya

how to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures

How to play it cool when police come to pinch us

Relax mami, let the Belvy flow

Inhale the 'dro, exhale it slow

I could teach you how to roll, teach you bout fly kicks

Teach you how to keep your nose up out of my shit

When the beeper goes off, please don't reach

like you put a ring or spend cheese on Bleek

Get your mind right baby, goin through mine crazy

When I'm in the shower, *69 me crazy

Track my last call, contact my broad

with a bitch ?? had physical contact in the mall

You got issues {inhales} problems you need to iron out

I will, holla, for now you on time out

[Chorus w/ singer and Snoop]

You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C

[S] C'mon little mama, c'mon

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C'mon little mama, c'mon

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C'mon baby girl, c'mon

And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C'mon little mama, c'mon

[Snoop Dogg]

P-I-M-P-ology

I played you and you paid me

Believe me when I tell you girl I know you a freak

for fuckin with me, that ain't all you can be

Just put your mind to it you can go real far

I know times gettin hard on the boulevard

They say, pimpin is dead; man, pimpin ain't dead

These hoes just scared and they blind tryin and dyin to be lead

But who's to lead 'em? Talk shit to 'em and beat 'em

Get they mind right and feed 'em

Now I don't need 'em (uh uh) but I can do that there

Put on a three-piece suit and Shirley Temple my hair

so I can, feel like a player when I walk in the place

Got yo' bitch all on my line and now she up in my face

Is this yo' bitch is that yo' bitch cause if she's not she mine

She fallin fo' a nigga and I ain't even dropped a line

[Chorus w/ Snoop]

Get out my limelight bitch and get your mind right

C'mon little mama, c'mon

Get your mind right bitch, get your mind right

C'mon baby girl, c'mon, c'mon

You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right ma, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right

And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family

[Jay-Z]

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

Get your mind right ma, get your mind right huh?

Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right

Stick 2 The Script lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, DJ Clue)

[Clue] Yeah.. DJ Clue! A/K/A/, William, M. Holla..

with William H. Holla

[Jay-Z] The world's most infamous

[Clue] The Holla family nigga

[Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon

[Clue] Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel!

Stick to the script!

[Jay-Z] We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[Clue] Remember where you heard it first.. stupid!

[Jay-Z] Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[Clue] D.. J.. CLUE!

[Jay-Z]

YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!)

I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!)

I rock my jewels (JEWELS) I'm not a fool (FOOL!)

In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (Ha hah!)

When I'm skatin through the city and I stop and kick it

Be the most asked question - how I got them digits?

I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches

Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches

And I stick to the script, that's my advice so life

Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs

I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words

to the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand

And it was all good just a week ago

We lost Todd E., but we still eatin though

For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets

til we reach Malik or the date of E's release

Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin reefer over

to this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami

Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip

We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script

C'mon!

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[scratch] "You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers"

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[scratch] "You in the streets nigga, make your moves"

[scratch] "Y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing"

[Beanie Sigel]

Geah, uh-huh

Yeah, money over bitches nigga

[scratch] "This Philly cat ba.. back at it"

Stick to the script, yo

Aiyyo they don't call me Mac for nuttin

I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mac be frontin

But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin

take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind

Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again

You can be my hoe bitch, I can't make you my friend

because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit

I don't need you; let welfare feed you

Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip

I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks

I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit

I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts

Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you

only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal

"Shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself

(Yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself"

Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man I roll with a sturdy click

that'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit

Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit

Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit

Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops

Shit I'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks

Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick

Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script nigga

[Chorus]

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

..

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch

We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon