Lyrics Change Up - Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek

Change Up

You bout to witness somethin like no other
The sky gon get dark, streets gon clutter
Weak-ass niggaz out there gon suffer
Vets gon quit, its gettin hectic (uhh)
The shit got deep — right about the time
When the year skipped a beat, thats when my shit hit the street
Shit gon shake up, squads gon break up Coats gon get pulled, niggaz gon wake up Everybody want see a chance to eat
And chance the streets, you know they gon vance police
Like the time they shackled me from hands to feet
Cause I gave the jail system, a chance to speak
You know the cops wanna trap me up, the block wanna clap me up It wont stop til they wrap me up (erything signed and sealed nigga)
Gat be tucked, heat gon back me up
R.o.c.
— bleek come on nigga, back me up Yeah.
yo.
Aiyyo memph the young god, boss of this game
Got my part locked, I does my thang
Dont mistake me, I tote them thangs
Glock fo pop off, knocks off thangs
Whole squad here, you know my click
Petit nice thing, you know my bitch
Wide body truck, you know my whip
Cop that rock that pop that shit
Yall niggaz, talk about, aint really got
Me, I think dog, you not really hot
The hood I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo hood, Ill lock any block
East to west coast, chi-town baby
I come through, its my town baby
A.t.l., I yell «whattup my baby?
«Hit that, get that, bye bye baby!
Uh-huh uhh.
Guess who?
young hov
Bout to tear this motherfucker down!
Holla at me!
it goes.
uhh
Jigga man huh, it goes.
Nah!
yall niggaz aint gon have me rappin on the bullshit man
I. I need some real music
So when we count to three and shit
Ya gonna drop some real shit
One, two, three — lets go!