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