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Politics As Usual Lyrics

Artist Jay-Z

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 am 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

am 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 am 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 am 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 am 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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