| Song | Intro |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Artist | Idris Elba |
| Album | American Gangster |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's the Dynasty niggaz as promised | |
| The world's most infamous Roc-A-Fella Records | |
| This is Roc La Familia | |
| It's Young Hova, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek, Amil-lion | |
| It's the Dynasty niggaz, 2000 to infinity | |
| This is ghetto to ghetto, gutter to gutter | |
| Street corner to street corner, project to project | |
| Worldwide, walk with us niggaz | |
| Hoffa, Dash, it's the Dynasty niggaz | |
| Check it out | |
| Uhh, walk with me, talk to me, yo | |
| The theme song to the Sopranos | |
| Plays in the key of life on my mental piano | |
| Got a strange way of seein' life like | |
| I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag | |
| Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah | |
| Knowin' I can go, just switchin' a spare | |
| 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 | |
| No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga | |
| But I'm starvin' my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure | |
| Is startin' to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver | |
| Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin' to be calm but I'm gon' get richer | |
| Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture | |
| Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures | |
| 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 | |
| Niggaz, say it's the dawn but I'm superstitious | |
| Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin' is goin' as you predicted | |
| I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz, actin' too suspicious | |
| This is food for thought, you do the dishes |
| It' s the Dynasty niggaz as promised | |
| The world' s most infamous RocAFella Records | |
| This is Roc La Familia | |
| It' s Young Hova, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek, Amillion | |
| It' s the Dynasty niggaz, 2000 to infinity | |
| This is ghetto to ghetto, gutter to gutter | |
| Street corner to street corner, project to project | |
| Worldwide, walk with us niggaz | |
| Hoffa, Dash, it' s the Dynasty niggaz | |
| Check it out | |
| Uhh, walk with me, talk to me, yo | |
| The theme song to the Sopranos | |
| Plays in the key of life on my mental piano | |
| Got a strange way of seein' life like | |
| I' m Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doorag | |
| Intuition is there even when my vision' s impaired, yeah | |
| Knowin' I can go, just switchin' a spare | |
| 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 | |
| No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga | |
| But I' m starvin' my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure | |
| Is startin' to darken my heart, ' bout to get to my liver | |
| Watch it my niggaz, I' m tryin' to be calm but I' m gon' get richer | |
| Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture | |
| Never read the Qu' ran or Islamic scriptures | |
| Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz | |
| Tattooed so I carry on like I' m nonreligious | |
| Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures | |
| Niggaz, say it' s the dawn but I' m superstitious | |
| Shit is as dark as it' s been, nothin' is goin' as you predicted | |
| I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz, actin' too suspicious | |
| This is food for thought, you do the dishes |
| It' s the Dynasty niggaz as promised | |
| The world' s most infamous RocAFella Records | |
| This is Roc La Familia | |
| It' s Young Hova, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek, Amillion | |
| It' s the Dynasty niggaz, 2000 to infinity | |
| This is ghetto to ghetto, gutter to gutter | |
| Street corner to street corner, project to project | |
| Worldwide, walk with us niggaz | |
| Hoffa, Dash, it' s the Dynasty niggaz | |
| Check it out | |
| Uhh, walk with me, talk to me, yo | |
| The theme song to the Sopranos | |
| Plays in the key of life on my mental piano | |
| Got a strange way of seein' life like | |
| I' m Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doorag | |
| Intuition is there even when my vision' s impaired, yeah | |
| Knowin' I can go, just switchin' a spare | |
| 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 | |
| No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga | |
| But I' m starvin' my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure | |
| Is startin' to darken my heart, ' bout to get to my liver | |
| Watch it my niggaz, I' m tryin' to be calm but I' m gon' get richer | |
| Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture | |
| Never read the Qu' ran or Islamic scriptures | |
| Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz | |
| Tattooed so I carry on like I' m nonreligious | |
| Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures | |
| Niggaz, say it' s the dawn but I' m superstitious | |
| Shit is as dark as it' s been, nothin' is goin' as you predicted | |
| I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz, actin' too suspicious | |
| This is food for thought, you do the dishes |