| Opening Lyric | Song Title | Year |
| N***a the red is for the blood in my arm, the black is for the gun in my palm | |
| **** Jay-Z | |
| We made something from nothing, and vowed to never tear it apart | |
| Shawn Carter was born... | |
| Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing | |
| Do you ever sit back and get a little too high, start thinking what happens to you when you die? | |
| I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil, they send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people | |
| Can't buy this, superflyness, like a shyness, your highness | |
| This is that automatic, I stay fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic | |
| I pop off like a mobster boss, angel hair with lobster sauce | |