Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)...

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 (Okay!)

Boys in blue, who put greed before the badge (Okay!)

The first pusher who ever made the stash (Okay!)

The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)

Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!)

Thanks to the lames, **** 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 gentleman

Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers

And most importantly: you, the customer

The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)

Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!)

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, 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 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 Rosé, 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 (Hey!)

Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!)

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, 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)

Rare Porsches, rare portraits

Rare 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 ****, 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 1 D-boy, shame he could rhyme

The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)

Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!)

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, 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)

The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)

Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!)

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, 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)

The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)

Oh, what a feeling, I'm feeling life (Hey!)

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, 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)

Sweet!

Let that ride out!

Bring the horns back in, yeah

This is black superhero music right here, baby

American Gangster

Taking flight, coming to a town near you

Soon as I touch down, I just want y'all to start playing the horns like...

Hovi's home!

Lukey, baby!

Hahahahaha... oww!