Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh
**** 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

Uh-huh, sick *******
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch

Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter *****
Hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades **** choppin it up
It's the mother***kin Roc *****, 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
Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin

Who the FUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) ***** on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with

The DynastyAmil, Bleek, Jigga and

Sigel - Desert Eagle dog, 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 (***k)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block **** or rock ****
Club **** or drug ****, I pop **** I got ****
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South gon' 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

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick *******
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Memph Bleek in the house

Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch

Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

Young Hova in the house Jigga
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter *****

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, *****z won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brainby 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 ***k took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real ****
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the ***k 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