JAY-Z - American Gangster lyrics

And you say New York City uh huh
Put your hands together young!
Uh huh yeah, uh huh
Yes! (Yes)

I'm from the '80s home of the her-on
Era of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custies new Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Momma was a mink wearer, papa ran numbers
So it's plain to see where
My whole plan come from
American dream, I'm living the life still
Way I shine is like a
Zillion dollar light bill
Still I'm grinding, army jacket lining
40 below Timbs on, getting my M's on
My best friend's gone i seen bad days
Still find songs that I hear him on
Getting my Mary J blige Reminisce on
I hear his voice in my mind like
Nigga live on
So I get on that fly shit I been on
Spin on corners in Enzo with rims on
But for info, puffing on Endo-Nesia
Give me amnesia
I ease up, that right, I'm high nigga
I want the sky the world when I'm done
I'm give it to my sons
Let 'em live it up, split
It up, switch it up, uh
Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done
The rest of my belongings belong
In the hall of fame
A list of hit's next to all my names i came

(Woo) uh huh (geah) i want the sky baby
I want the sky baby

If the sky should fall
And it all goes tomorrow and
They foreclose on the house
And auction off all my cars
Don't cry for me Argentina
I mobbed the Beamer
Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardinia
In Ibiza, I had pizza in the club
Ladies know I'm that guy
They wanna piece of my love
Now they wanna do your boy
Like Mike in his prime
Billie Jean, the goddamn boy ain't mine
And the Roc break up
Had the people losing hope can't lie
They had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes
Now I'm back in the go mode
Back in the go-go's
Throwing the diamond up, repping the logo
Rose gold, Rosé flow, I'm okay though
What don't kill me makes
Stronger than before so
Here we go and I'm not Domino
When it all falls down, I'm like Kanye's jaw
I might break but I don't fold
'til I hold the sky in my hand
Yeah, that's my goal
And then I bid you Freddy Adu
Prodigal Child, y'all not ready
For the fu ture, ture
Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle
My name will be viewed as such
Here's to the man who refused to give up

I want the sky baby i want the sky baby