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 heroin
Era of the hustlers, uh
The world is my custy
New Rich Porter
The way I flip quarters
Front on all these other rap artists, but me
Mama 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 friends gone, I seen bad days
I 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 your info, puffing on Endo-Nesia
Give me amnesia
I ease up, that's right, I'm high, nigga
I want the sky
The world when I'm done
I'ma give it to my son
Let him 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 hits next to all my names
I came (woo)

Uh-huh
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 in the Beamer
Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardina
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, reppin' the logo
Rose gold rose 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 such
Here's to the man who refused to give up
I want the sky nigga, church

I want the sky, baby
I want the sky, baby