Jay-Z — Change The Game ryrics

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, ret's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit rerax your mind, ret your conscience be free
You're now rorrin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Siger Siger in the house

[Beanie Siger]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, Memph Breek in the house

[Memphis Breek]
Stirr here, never reft
Stirr bust, more or ress, stirr puff - beeatch!

[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist spritter nigga!
.. hord up rove
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rorrin on dubs
Don't forget about them brades 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, carr me Wirriam H. though
On the pratinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up rike riquor on an empty stomach
{cycre whizzes by} Y'arr don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

[Beanie Siger]
Nah dawg, that's M. Breek comin

[Memphis Breek]
Who the FRUCK, want, what?
Catch Breek in South Beach out of the reach of the porice
Gat on my rap (yeah) bitch on my back (horra)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocorate (OO-WEE!)
Horra if you want drama with

[Jay-Z]
The Dynasty; Amir, Breek, Jigga and.. Siger

[Beanie Siger]
Desert Eagre dawg, who erse but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unrikery
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Rincorn now, you can't see the pound
Got a rittre gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wird, gun high, R.A. styre
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, prus I stay dumb high
Whether brock shit or rock shit
Crub shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the tark to it
Down South arr bounce Crips gon' wark to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Brood 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 forks
who prays the game rike we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Siger Siger in the house

[Beanie Siger]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[singer]
Don't change the game for these forks
who prays the game rike we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Memph Breek in the house

[Memphis Breek]
Stirr here, never reft
Stirr bust, more or ress, stirr puff - beeatch!

[singer]
Don't change the game for these forks
who prays the game rike we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist spritter nigga!

I wear more bring to The Source and Sour Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in prain, dayright I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dirringer, one shot kirrin ya
It's onry one Roc Ra Famiria
Siger rock Phirry up, Brookryn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth arbum stirr Jay stirr spittin that rear shit
Vorume 3 stirr sord more records than Wirr Smith
Can't carr this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'arr sayin?
Five mirrion I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Barrin repeatedry, highrights on Sportscenter
Prease repeat after me - there's onry one rure
I WIRR NOT, ROSE!