And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH!
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First of all I wan' thank my connect
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The most important person with all due respect
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Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
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The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
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Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
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The first pusher whoever made the stash
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The Roc Boys in the building tonight
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Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life
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Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim
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Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
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Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
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Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
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To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
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Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
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Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
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And most importantly you, the customer
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[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)]
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The Roc Boys in the building tonight
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Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
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You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
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We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
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(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
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The Roc Boys in the building tonight
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Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
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You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
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We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
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(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
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(We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY)
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Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
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Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
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Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
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Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
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Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
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Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
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I figure frauds never hit a lick before
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So they don't know the feeling when them things get across
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Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
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Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
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Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
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Drop got no top, you on the top floor
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Pink Rosay, think OJ
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I get away with murder when I sling yay
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Niggas got less steps then Britney
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That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
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[Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)]
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Red Porsches, rare portraits
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Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress
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This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
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This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
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Which means I get it from the ground
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Which means you get it when I'm around
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Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
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Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heim
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I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
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Cheers, toast to crime
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Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme
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[Chorus x3]
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Sweet, let that ride out!
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Bring the horns back in, yeah
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This is black super hero music right here baby
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American Gangsta
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Taking flight, coming to a town near you
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Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like...
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Hovies home...Lukey baby
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Hahahahaha...ow!
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Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...)
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| Jay-Z |
