Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
And most importantly you, the customer
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Red Porsche's, rare portraits
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
'Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
Songwriters: Thomas R Brenneck, Shawn C Carter, Sean Combs, Levar Coppin, Michael Joseph Deller, David Guy, Deleno Matthews, Leon Michels, Gabriel Alexander Roth, Homer Steinweiss
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
[Incomprehensible] got less steps then Britney
Which means you get it when I'm around
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
Thanks to the pastor rappin' at your eulogy
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
So they don't know the feelin' when them things get across
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
La Heim
But it's my time, cheers, toast to crime
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
I wish for you a hundred years of success
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
Soon as I touch down I just want y'all to start playin' the horns like
The most important person with all due respect
The first pusher whoever made the stash
Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Number one B-boy, chain nigga rhyme
Pick a weekend for freakin' for figure fours
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah
Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
I get away with murder when I sling yay
And the winner is Hov
Hovie's home, Lukey baby
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
Publishers: BOSCOSOUND MUSIC, CARTER BOYS MUSIC, DEFEND SONGS INC, EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
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
My man, speech
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Pink Rosay, think OJ
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
Look at how I'm chillin', I'm killin' this ice
Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery
To Lil' Kim and them, you know the women friend
Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches
Takin' flight, comin' to a town near you
Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
Thanks to the duffel bag, the brown paper bag
The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
First of all I wanna thank my Connect
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
Which means I get it from the ground
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more