And the winner is Hov   My man, speech      First of all I wanna thank my Connect   The most important person with all due respect   Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag   The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash   Boys in blue who put greed before the badge   The first pusher whoever made the stash      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life   Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim   Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game      Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery   Thanks to the pastor rappin' 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      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life   You don't even gotta bring ya paper out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice   You don't even gotta bring ya purses out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      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, let's pick apart some stores   Pick a weekend for freakin' for figure fours   I figure frauds never hit a lick before   So they don't know the feelin' 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   [Incomprehensible] got less steps then Britney   That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life   You don't even gotta bring ya paper out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice   You don't even gotta bring ya purses out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      Red Porsche's, rare portraits   Rare guns 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      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life   You don't even gotta bring ya paper out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice   You don't even gotta bring ya purses out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life   You don't even gotta bring ya paper out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight   Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice   You don't even gotta bring ya purses out   We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house      Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah   This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta   Takin' flight, comin' to a town near you   Soon as I touch down I just want y'all to start playin' the horns like   Hovie's home, Lukey baby