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[Kurupt] Daz Dillinger 
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em 
[Kurupt] Kurupt young Gotti 
[Jay-Z] Talk to 'em 
[Kurupt] Big Jigga nigga, what? 

[Kurupt *sung*] 
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga 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, bitch-ass nigga 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 motherfuckers.. 

.. 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 ass niggaz can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my - 
- name, Young Hov', gun blow like AC 
R-O-C (With the D-P-G nigga!!) 

[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 niggaz ain't feelin us*} 

[Kurupt] 
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas 
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas 
Nigga the Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER 
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER 
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-ass 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 

[Chorus] 
Don't change the game for these hoes 
who plays the game like we supposed 

[Jay] That nigga 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 dick in ya mouth, ya bitch 

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 motherfuckers.. 

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 

[Jay-Z and Kurupt] 
I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker 
And this rifle, right for your head motherfucker 

[Jay] Young Hova in da house 
[Daz] Everybody get down 
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, nigga tell me how that sound 

[Daz Dillinger] 
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 fuckin 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 
{*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 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 
Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see those trees 
No stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe 

[Memphis Bleek] 
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, fuck 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 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 nigga, who want play? 

[Kurupt *sung*] 
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass nigga so 
When you see the R-O-to-the-C sneak creep low 

[Jay-Z] 
I will not, lose