[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 splitter 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.. Sigel
    [Beanie 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 all 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 folks
  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 folks
  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 folks
  who plays the game like we supposed
    [Jay-Z]
  Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!
  Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter 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
  I WILL NOT, LOSE!