Roc Boys (And The Winner Is)

(Verse 1) 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 greed 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'll tear you out the game bullet wounds'll stop your bufoonery thanks to the paster rapping at your eulogy to little kim and them you know the women friend who carry the work cross state for a gentleman yea, thanks to all the hustlers, and most important to you, the customer (Chorus-{Kanye west}) the roc boys in the building tonight oh what a feeling I'm feeling life you dont even gotta 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 look at how i'm chillen im killing this ice you dont even gotta bring your purses out we the dope boys of the year drinks is on the house {we in the house 2x} (Verse 2) let your hair down baby, i just hit a score pick any place on the planet, pick a shore take what forbes figured then figure more cause they forgot to account what i did with the raw pick a time lets pick apart some stores pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours i figure frauds never hit a lick before so they dont know the feeling when them things 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 rosae, think O.J. i get away with murder when i sling yay heron got less steps then britney that means it aint stepped on digg me (Chorus) (Verse 3) rare porsches, rare portraits, rare guns if you dare come near the fortress with apple sauces from the apple orchard this kind of 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 its a celebration bitches, L'Chayim i wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time cheers, toast to crime number one d-boy dahm he could rhyme (Chorus)