Text: Jay-Z. American Gangster. Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...).

[Intro:]
And the winner is HOV
My man... Speech

[Verse 1:]
First of all 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 (ok)
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge (ok)
The first pusher who ever made the stash (ok)

The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life (hey)

Thanks to the lames, niggaz with bad aim
Thanks to a little change, I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds'll stop your buffoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and em, 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

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey)
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house [x2]) HEY

[Verse 2:]
Let your hair down baby I just hear the 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 4's
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feeling when them thangs get across
Put your hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
ICE COLD,.. jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink rose', think O.J
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Heron got less steps then Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, DIG ME?

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey)
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)

[Verse 3:]
Rare porsches, rare portraits (we in the house)
Rare guns if you dare come near the fortress (we in the house)
It's apple sauces from the apple orchid
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 niggaz, black bar mitzvahs
MAZEL TOV, It's a celebration bitches
L'chayim...
I wish for you a 100 years of success, but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one d-boy... shame he can rhyme

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey)
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey)
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house [x2]) HEY

[Chorus:]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life
You don't even got to bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Looking at how I'm chilling I'm killing this ice
You don't even got to bring your purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (we in the house [x2]) HEY

[Outro:]
Swaaay...
Let that ride out...
Bring the horns back, yeah...
This is black superhero music right hear baby...
American gangster...
Taking flight...
Coming to a town near you...
Soon as I touch down just want y'all to start playing the horns like...
[Horn plays] Hovies home...
Lukie baby...
[Laughs] OWWWWWWWW! [horn stop]