First of all I wan' thank my connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the badge The first pusher whoever made the stash The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly you, the customer
[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY)
Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they don't know the feeling when them things get across Put ya hand out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit the frost Ice cold, jewels got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink Rosay, think OJ I get away with murder when I sling yay Niggas got less steps then Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
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Red Porsches, rare portraits Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the ground Which means you get it when I'm around Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heim I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time Cheers, toast to crime Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme
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Sweet, let that ride out! Bring the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero music right here baby American Gangsta Taking flight, coming to a town near you Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like... Hovies home...Lukey baby Hahahahaha...ow!
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