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
 Boys in blue who put green before the badge
 The first pusher who ever made the stash
 The Roc Boys in the building tonight
 Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life
 Thanks to the lames, niggas 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 gentlemen
 Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
 And most importantly you: the customer
 The Roc Boys in the building tonight
 Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
 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, house)
 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, house)
 (We in the house, house)
 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 Rose, 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
 Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
 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, house)
 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, house)
 (We in the house, house)
 Red Porsches, rare portraits
 Wear 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 niggas, 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 one D-boy, shame he could rhyme
 The Roc Boys in the building tonight
 Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
 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, house)
 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, house)
 (We in the house, house)
 Sweet, let that ride out!
 Bring the horns back in, yeah
 This is black super hero music right here baby
 American Gangsta
 Taking flight, coming to a town near you
 Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like...
 Hovies home... Lukey baby
 Hahahahaha... ow!