Politics As Usual Lyrics

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 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