American Gangster lyrics

Dreamed of you this mornin'
Then came the dawn and I thought you were here with me
If you could only see how much I love you
That's all, that's all, baby

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)

Oh no, I'll never give up on you
(I never felt that before)
But there's always
(That's all that's all)

I'm from the 8

Roc-a-fella records
The imperial skateboard P
Great Hova
Ya'll already know what it is

C'mon!

Yeah,

So what if you flip a couple words,
I could triple at that in birds,
Open your mind you see the circus in the sky.
Im Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies,
No matter how you slice it,
Im your mother-f**king guy
And just like a B-boy with 36

I know i shouldnt've did that
I know its gon' come right back
I know its gon' destroy everything i made
Its probably gon' get ya boy sent away
But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it
Its inevitable that i'm-

Said where i would stop before i even started
When i get to one brick, then The Game i will depart with
Got to one brick then i looked to the sky, said

Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn, how you doin'?
Where you goin'? Can I come to?
And if I can, I'm a be your man
You could be my lady and have my baby

And drive my car and drive me crazy
Wherever you goin', baby girl just take me
'Cause I'm so taken, if you taken
I'm just sayin' baby, I'm just sayin'

Like a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me

And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like
Everything you love
I know what you like
Everything you love
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
And I Know And I Know
I know what you like ....HOV
Baby you love ....HOV
Baby you love ....HOV
Baby you like ....HOV

Uh-
She wants that old thing back
Uh- uh- uh-

Yessir!
Just the sound of his voice is a hit!
Ya'll niggas got me really confused out there
I make "Big Pimpin" or "Give It 2 Me", one of those...
Ya'll hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st Century
I make some thought-provoking shit
Ya'll question whether he falling off
I'ma really confuse ya'll on this one
Follow....

When them tops come down, chicks tops come down

Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back
Liver bad he wouldn't live long, they snatched my dad back
Guidance I never had that, streets was my second home
Welcomed me with open arms provided a place to crash at
A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all
Burnt it all this music is where I bury the ashes at
Flash back not having much, not having that

Oh...
I like the party life...
Break Out The Red Lights
The city in bright lights
Welcome To The Party Life
These girls dressin' skintight...
Welcome to the 7

[Beyonce talking]
Delivery me from my enemies oh god
Defend me from those that rise up against me
Deliver me from the work of inequities
the savior from the blood of me

[Jay-Z - Verse one]
look, mind state of a gangster from the 4

And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH!

First of all I wan' thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks for to 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 whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life

It's that Rocafella music....
Soulful...

[Chorus:]
Say hello
To the bad guy
Hello
They say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom
But now I'm mad fly
Say Hello
They say I'm a menace
That's the picture they paint
Hello
They say a lot about me
Let me yell ya what I ain't
Hello
They say I'm a bad guy
Say Hi to the bad guy
Hello
I come from the bottom
But now I'm mad fly
They say I'm a menace

[Jay-Z:]
I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it
Let that bitch breathe!
I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success
It sucks too much to stress
I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with
See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big
I don't know what the fuss is
My career is illustrious
My rep is impeccable
I'm not to be fucked with, with shit

[1st Verse:]
Sweet!
And still there's pain
If I would have grew up to be a doctor,
my nephew would have grew up to do the same
But since I grew up through the game, and my influence is the same
And my therapy is music, they ask if you ashamed
And though I wish I could separate, two things,
I cannot, so my answer to you remains
I can walk down the hall or mirrors, in Versailles