Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel, JAY-Z - Change Up lyrics
[Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel, JAY-Z - Change Up lyrics]
You bout to witness somethin like no other
The sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter
Weak-ass niggas out there gon' suffer
Vets gon' quit, it's gettin hectic (uhh)
The shit got deep - right about the time
When the year skipped a beat
That's when my shit hit the street
Shit gon' shake up, squads gon' break up
Coats gon' get pulled, niggas 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 won't stop 'til they wrap me up
(E'rything signed and sealed nigga)
Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up
ROC - Bleek come on nigga, back me up
Yeah yo
Ayo Memph the young God, boss of this game
Got my part locked, I does my thang
Don't 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
Y'all niggas, talk about, ain't really got
Me, I think dog, you not really hot
The hood I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo' hood, I'll lock any block
East to West Coast, Chi Town baby
I come through, it's my town baby
ATL, 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! Y'all niggas ain't 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 - let's go!
The sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter
Weak-ass niggas out there gon' suffer
Vets gon' quit, it's gettin hectic (uhh)
The shit got deep - right about the time
When the year skipped a beat
That's when my shit hit the street
Shit gon' shake up, squads gon' break up
Coats gon' get pulled, niggas 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 won't stop 'til they wrap me up
(E'rything signed and sealed nigga)
Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up
ROC - Bleek come on nigga, back me up
Yeah yo
Ayo Memph the young God, boss of this game
Got my part locked, I does my thang
Don't 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
Y'all niggas, talk about, ain't really got
Me, I think dog, you not really hot
The hood I be, I stay in the drop
My hood, yo' hood, I'll lock any block
East to West Coast, Chi Town baby
I come through, it's my town baby
ATL, 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! Y'all niggas ain't 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 - let's go!