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You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You 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 trouble

kids 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 around

you 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 nig-ga



Politics as us-ual... I took my

Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some

VS somethins 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 true

I`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 Mice

A 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 feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used

with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face

youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga



Politics as us-ual...

You 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 night

Suckin me in like a vacumn, 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 ties

I 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 sentence

Hittin 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 em



Politics as us-ual

You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You 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 trouble

kids 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 around

you 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 nig-ga



Politics as us-ual... I took my

Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some

VS somethins 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 true

I`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 Mice

A 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 feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used

with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face

youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga



Politics as us-ual...

You 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 night

Suckin me in like a vacumn, 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 ties

I 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 sentence

Hittin 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 em



Politics as us-ual

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