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
 (Pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain, this pain again)
 Politics as usual
 (This pain again
 This pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain
 This pain, this...)
 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 feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
 With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face
 You's for life, that's right
 Jigga, I keep it tight, nigga
 (This pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain again)
 Politics as usual
 (This pain again
 This pain, this pain
 This pain again
 This pain, this...)
 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 yo' night
 Suckin' me in like a vacuum, I remember
 Tellin' my family I'll be back soon, that was December
 85 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 that
 Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin'
 The drawers from droppin', the law from watchin', I hate 'em
 (Pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain, this pain again)
 Politics as usual
 (This pain again
 This pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain
 This pain again)
 (This pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain, this pain
 This pain, this pain again
 This pain again
 This pain, this pain
 This pain again
 This pain, this...)
 Ah, woo-hoo, ooh
 Woo-hoo, ooh
 Woo-hoo, ooh
 Ah, ha
 Ha, ha, ha, ha
 Ooh woo-hoo ooh
 Woo-hoo, ooh
 Woo-hoo, ooh
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