Roc Boys (And the Winner Is)... - Jay-Z

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 duffle bag, the brown paper bag

The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash

Boys in blue who put green before the badge

The first pusher who ever made the stash

The Roc Boys in the building tonight

Oh what a feeling I'm feeling 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 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

The Roc Boys in the building tonight

Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life

You don't even gotta bring your paper out

We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

(We in the house, house)

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, house)

(We in the house, house)

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score

Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore

Take what the Forbes figured, 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 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 defrost

Ice-cold, jewels got no flaws

Drop got no top, you on the top floor

Pink Rose, think OJ

I get away with murder when I sling yay

Heron got less steps than Britney

That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?

The Roc Boys in the building tonight

Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life

You don't even gotta bring your paper out

We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

(We in the house, house)

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, house)

(We in the house, house)

Red Porsches, rare portraits

Wear guns if you dare come near the fortress

This apple sauce is from the apple orchard

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 tov, it's a celebration bitches, L'Chaim

I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time

Cheers, toast to crime

Number one D-boy, shame he could rhyme

The Roc Boys in the building tonight

Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life

You don't even gotta bring your paper out

We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house

(We in the house, house)

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, house)

(We in the house, house)

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!