You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me
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skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin
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No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan
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Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to
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hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble
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kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys
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Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be
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My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices
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and fools that think I slip, you fuck around
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you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy
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on some I-do-or-die shit, for real
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The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and
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just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga
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Politics as us-ual... I took my
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Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some
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VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin
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And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised
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No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true
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I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson
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have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off
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You ain't seen money in your life, when it
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comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice
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A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes
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The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
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My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
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Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
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with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face
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youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga
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Politics as us-ual...
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You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin
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Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came
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The game changes like, my mind just ain't right
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We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night
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Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember
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tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December
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Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later
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got me wise still can't break my underworld ties
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I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot
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Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox
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to nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage
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It's a lot of big money in my sentence
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Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that
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chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat
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Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin
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the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em
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Politics as us-ual
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Politics As Usual
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