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dj clue? - change the game lyrics

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daz dillinger
talk to ’em
kurupt young gotti
talk to ’em
big jigga n-gga, what?
come on

psycho, like no, b-tch -ss n-gga so
when you see the d o double g sneak creep low
in the memory of the notorious b.i.g., 2pac shakur
psycho, like no, b-tch -ss n-gga so
when you see the r o to the c sneak creep low
young hova in the house, world wide hustler
r o c, d p g motherf-ckers

hold up love
you know jigga man resume, 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 k!lled
perro -ss n-ggas can’t touch i, muh’f-cker what’s my
name, young hov’, gun blow like ac
r o c
with the d p g n-gga

hold up wait a minute and
all my thugs get gangsta with it
get what?
gotti jigga and daz dillinger, k!llin’ ya with the pound
with roc la familia

deep in and out, out gold daytonas
d cut through with 2 way motorolas
n-gga the dynasty and the pentagon motherf-cker
hollow tip, stainless teflon motherf-cker
jigga trigger, c-ck-a-poppa, n-gga chest rocka
with the chrome chopper, glock’ll pop a n-gga 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 n-gga daz
sigel sigel
jigga, memph, in bad -ss impalas
b-tt naked b-tches 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

don’t change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
that n-gga daz in the house
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
young gotti in the house
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
young hova in the house, world wide hustler
r o c, d p g motherf-ckers

b i g still talkin’ through the voice of i
for 2pac 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
cl!ck, cl!ck! okay, let’s not forget
’cause you got a vest on all i’m aimin is teflon

i’m psycho, like no, other motherf-cker
and this rifle, right for your head motherf-cker
young hova in da house
everybody get down
roc-a-fella, dogg pound, n-gga tell me how that sound

cha-pow, layin’ all you wack n-ggas down
blowed out chromed out, swervin’ through ya town
what up? jigga man, my n-gga 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 f-ckin’ 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 n-ggas 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

don’t change the game for these hoes
who plays the game like we supposed
sigel sigel in the house
uh huh, sick b-st-rd
even mo’ sicker ya brain get mo’ twisted

sigel, two desert eagle hit you n-ggas up quick
got ’em diggin’ ditches up quick
got you n-ggas spittin’ up ’cause i’m sick
gettin’ up slow from hits from the fifth
let a row go quick from the clip

sh-t, sit a n-gga 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 n-gga r o c
with the d o g on ya block
f-ck the c o p’s, let me see those trees
no stems, no sticks, no seeds, just breathe

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
n-ggas look at me and be like d-mn i was that
i’m the understanding with my peeps, f-ck foes
got a house in the back with a benz and dough

get cha mind right n-gga ‘fore you mention me
your cl!ck ain’t too thorough to mention we
don’t matter who we collab’ with, n-gga it’s a cl-ssic
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 n-gga, who want play?

psycho, like no, b-tch -ss n-gga so
when you see the r o to the c sneak creep low
i will not, lose

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