(Verse 1)
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first of all i wanna thank my connect
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the most important person with all due respect
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thanks to the 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 who ever 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 with bad aim
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thanks to a little change I´ll tear you out the game
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bullet wounds´ll stop your bufoonery
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thanks to the paster rapping at your eulogy
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to little kim and them you know the women friend who
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carry the work cross state for a gentleman
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yea, thanks to all the hustlers, and most important to you, the customer
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(Chorus-{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 dont even gotta bring your paper out
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we the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house {we in the house}
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the roc boys in the building tonight
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look at how i´m chillen im killing this ice
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you dont even gotta bring your purses out
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we the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house {we in the house 2x}
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(Verse 2)
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let your 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 forbes figured 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 dont know the feeling when them things get across
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put your 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 rosae, think O.J. i get away with murder when i sling yay
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heron got less steps then britney that means it aint stepped on digg me
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(Chorus)
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(Verse 3)
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rare porsches, rare portraits, rare guns if you dare come near the fortress
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with apple sauces from the apple orchard
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this kind of 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, Mazel Tov its a celebration bitches,
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L´Chayim i wish for you a hundred years of success but it´s my time
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cheers, toast to crime number one d-boy dahm he could rhyme
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(Chorus)
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Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)...
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Jay-Z |