Letras:Jay-Z. American Gangster. Intro.

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[Jay-Z:]
It's the Dynasty niggaz...
As promised...
The world's most infamous...
Roc-A-Fella Records...
It's Young Hova...
Beanie Sigel...
Memphis Bleek...
Amil-lion...
This is Roc La Familia...
It's the Dynasty niggaz...
2000 to infinity...
Worldwide...
Walk with us niggaz...
This is ghetto to ghetto...
Gutter to gutter...
Street corner to street corner...
Project to project...
Hoffa...
Dash...
It's the Dynasty niggaz Check it out...
Uhh...
Walk with me...
Talk to me... yo...
The theme song to "The Sopranos"
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag plays in the key of life on my, mental piano Knowin
I can go, just switchin a spare Got a strange way of seein life like Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga Watch it my niggaz,
I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer is startin to darken my heart,
Bout to get to my liver Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures through any means,
With that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted Niggaz, say it's the dawn
Don but I'm superstitious I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious This is, food for thought, you do the dishes