[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 glitter 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... [Beanie Sigel]. 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 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. [singer]. Don't change the game for these hoes. 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 hoes. 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 hoes. who plays the game like we supposed. [Jay-Z]. Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!. Crist' sipper six dipper wrist glitter 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.