f/ Beanie Sigel, DJ Clue, Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek







* originally appeared on "The Professional 2" by DJ Clue







[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 exhaust



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