Change Up

Unveiling Societal Turmoil through Rap Verses
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Lyrics

You bout to witness somethin like no other

You are about to witness something unique and unparalleled.

The sky gon' get dark, streets gon' clutter

The sky will darken, and the streets will become chaotic.

Weak-ass niggas out there gon' suffer

Weak individuals will suffer out there.

Vets gon' quit, it's gettin hectic (uhh)

Experienced individuals will quit; the situation is becoming intense.

The shit got deep right about the time

Things became serious right around the time...

When the year skipped a beat, that's when my shit hit the street

...when the year seemed to skip a beat, marking the release of my work to the streets.

Shit gon' shake up, squads gon' break up

Things will shake up, and alliances or groups will break up.

Coats gon' get pulled, niggas gon' wake up

Confrontations will escalate, and individuals will be exposed.

Everybody want see a chance to eat

Everyone wants a chance to succeed.

And chance the streets, you know they gon' 'vance police

Individuals will take risks in the streets, knowing they will challenge the police.

Like the time they shackled me from hands to feet

Similar to the time I was shackled from hands to feet.

Cause I gave the jail system, a chance to speak

I gave the jail system an opportunity to speak.

You know the cops wanna trap me up, the block wanna clap me up

The police want to set a trap for me, and the neighborhood wants to attack me.

It won't stop 'til they wrap me up (E'rything signed and sealed nigga)

This won't stop until they capture me (everything is finalized and sealed).

Gat be tucked, heat gon' back me up

I keep a gun tucked, and my associates will support me with firepower.

ROC Bleek come on nigga, back me up

Memphis Bleek from Roc-A-Fella, come on and support me.


Yeah yo

Yeah, yo.

Ayo Memph the young God, boss of this game

Memphis is referred to as the young God, a leader in the game.

Got my part locked, I does my thang

He has his role secured and excels at what he does.

Don't mistake me, I tote them thangs

Don't misunderstand, he carries weapons.

Glock fo' pop off, knocks off thangs

His Glock pops off and eliminates threats.

Whole squad here, you know my click

The entire crew is present, including his attractive partner.

Petit nice thing, you know my bitch

He has a nice car, and everyone knows his lifestyle.

Wide body truck, you know my whip

His vehicle is a wide-body truck.

Cop that rock that pop that shit

He acquires and flaunts expensive possessions.

Y'all niggas, talk about, ain't really got

Others talk about success, but he believes they aren't truly hot.

Me, I think dog, you not really hot

He stays in the hood and drives around in a convertible.

The hood I be, I stay in the drop

His neighborhood and any other neighborhood, he dominates any block.

My hood, yo' hood, I'll lock any block

From East to West Coast, Chi-Town, he's in control.

East to West Coast, Chi-Town baby

He visits various places, claiming them as his own.

I come through, it's my town baby

Wherever he goes, it's his town.

ATL, I yell "Whattup my baby?"

He acknowledges Atlanta and greets his associates.

Hit that, get that, bye bye baby

He achieves goals and then moves on.


Uh-huh uhh

Uh-huh uhh.

Guess who? Young Hov'

Guess who? Young Hov'.

Bout to tear this motherfucker down

He's about to make a significant impact.

Holla at me It goes uhh

He invites others to reach out to him, and then he delivers his lines.

Jigga Man huh, it goes

Jay-Z emphasizes his identity as Jigga Man.

Nah Y'all niggas ain't gon' have me rappin on the bullshit man

He refuses to rap about trivial matters.

I I need some real music

He demands real music.

So when we count to three and shit

They will drop some genuine material.

Ya gonna drop some real shit

He counts down, signaling the release of real content.

One, two, three

The countdown concludes, and the expectation is for quality music.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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