Versuri 02. Politics as Usual

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 nigga 
 
Politics as usual I 
 
Took 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 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 felon, heavy on the wrist, our face used 
 
With the diamond blooded hey, Susan and blind your face 
Youse for life, sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nigga 
 
Politics as usual 
 
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 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 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 usual