[Intro: Kurupt & Jay-Z]
Daz Dillinger
Talk to 'em
Kurupt Young Gotti
Talk to 'em
Big Jigga, n***a, what? (Jigga, what up?)
Psycho-like-no-bitch-azz-n***as
So, when you see the D-O (Yea) double G, sneak, creep low
In the memory of Notorious B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Ridin'! (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
N***a ridin'
Psycho-like-no-bitch– (Uh, uh) azz-n***as
So, when you see the R-O (Right) double C sneak, creep low
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G, motherfuckers

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Hold up, love
You know Jigga Man resumé, 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 n***as can't touch I, muh'fucker what's my –
Name, Young Hov', gun blow like A/C
R-O-C with the
[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
With the D-P-G, n***a!!
Hold up (Hah), wait a minute and
All my thugs get (Get what?) gangsta with it! (Yeah)
Gotti, Jigga, and Daz Dillinger, killin ya with the pound
With Roc La Familia {*y'all n***as ain't feelin us*}

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Deep in and out, out gold Daytonas
D cut through with 2-way Motorolas (N***a)
The Dynasty and the Pentagon MOTHERFUCKER
Hollow tip, stainless teflon MOTHERFUCKER
Jigga trigger, cock-a-poppa, n***a chest rocka
With the chrome chopper, Glock'll pop a n***a so quick
Saddam Ne'astra, 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***a Daz (Sigel, Sigel)
Jigga, Memph, in bad-ass Impalas
Butt naked bitches and popped 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: Static Major, Jay-Z, Daz Dillinger, Kurupt]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
That n***a 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
Plays the game like we supposed
Young Gotti in the house
Two-shotty, quick to catch a body
So put a dick in ya mouth, ya bitch
Don't change the game for these hoes
Plays the game like we supposed
Young Hova in the house, world wide hustler
R-O-C, D-P-G, motherfuckers

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
B.I.G. still talkin' through the voice of I
For 2Pac, they yellin' "Ra-da-da-da-da-da!"
I'm 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
I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker
Aim this rifle–right for your head motherfucker
Young Hova in da house
[Verse 5: Daz Dillinger]
Everybody get down
Roc-A-Fella, Dogg Pound, n***a, tell me how that sound?
Cha-pow, layin' all you wack n***as down
Blowed out, chromed out, swervi'n through ya town
What up? Jigga Man, my n***a 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 (Wooh, wooh, wooh)
High stylin', profilin', y'all comin' after me (Fuck y'all)
In actuality, they fake the technicality (What up)
Dogg Pound, Roc-A-Fella that's my family
On site n***as 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: Static Major, Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed
Sigel, Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Even mo' sicker ya brain, get mo' twisted

[Verse 6: Beanie Sigel]
Sigel, two Desert Eagle, hit you n***as up quick
Got 'em diggin ditches up quick
Got you n***as 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 n***a 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, n***a, 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

[Verse 7: Memphis Bleek]
Relax, bitch, don't act, bitch, we don't stop
It's the R-O-C, gyeah – 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***as 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, n***a, 'fore you mention me
Your click ain't too thorough to mention we
Don't matter who we collab' with, n***a, it's a classic
Dogg Pound linked with the Roc could 'cause traffic
Who wan' rump, get it crunk with me?
I'm Bleek, you got a gun, wan' dump with me?
You catch Bleek in B.K. (or)
Down in L.A. with my W and E up, n***a, who want play?

[Kurupt]
Psycho-like-no-bitch-azz-n***as
So, when you see the D-O-double-G, sneak creep low

[Outro: Jay-Z]
I will not lose