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Politics As Usual

You know how we do

Roc-A-Fella foreverYou can catch me

Skatin' through your town puttin' it down y'all relatin'

No waitin' I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan

Y'all feel a nigga's struggle y'all think a nigga love to

Hustle behind the wheel tryin' to escape my troubleKids stop they greetin' me I'm talkin' sweet to keys

Cursin' the very God that bought this wreath to be

My life is based on sacrifices, jewels like ices

And fools that think I slip, you fuck aroundYou get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy

On some I do or die shit, for real

The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and

Just think, with this here, I'm tryin' to feel made niggaPolitics as usual ITook my Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some

VS somethin's I can live with, stop frontin'

And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised

No disrespect to you, make sure you word is trueI'm takin' wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson

Have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off

You ain't seen money in your life, when it

Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind MiceA smokin' bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes

The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos

My portfolio reads, leads to Don Corleone, nigga please

Ten year felon, heavy on the wrist, our face usedWith the diamond blooded hey, Susan and blind your face

Youse for life, sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight niggaPolitics as usualYou feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin'

Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came

The game changes like, my mind just ain't right

We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your nightSuckin' me in like a vacuum, I remember

Tellin' my family I'll be back soon, that was December

Eighty five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later

Got me wise still can't break my underworld tiesI wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot

Got matchin' VCR's, a huge Magnavox

To nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage

It's a lot of big money in my sentenceHittin' towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that

Chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat

Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin'

The drawers from droppin', the law from watchin', I hate 'emPolitics as usual

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