Текст песни Jay-Z - Politics as Usual
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You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch meskatin through your town puttin it down y`all relatinNo waitin I`ll make your block infrared hot I`m like SatanY`all feel a nigga`s struggle, y`all think a nigga love tohustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my troublekids stop they greetin me, I`m talkin sweet to keysCursin the very God, that bought this wreath to beMy life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like icesand fools that think I slip, you fuck aroundyou get your guys hit, they built me to be filthyon some I-do-or-die shit, for realThe price of leather`s got me, deeper than ever andjust think, winter`s here, I`m tryin to feel mink nig-gaPolitics as us-ual... I took myFrito to Tito in the district, blessed me with someVS somethins I can live with, stop frontinAnd for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraisedNo disrespect to you, make sure you word is trueI`m takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tysonhave a major night off, that`s clean money, the tax write-offYou ain`t seen money in your life, when itcomes to this cheese y`all like Three Blind MiceA smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokesThe furthest you Chiles been is the PocanosMy portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga pleaseTen year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face usedwith the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your faceyouse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-gaPolitics as us-ual...You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I`m lyinLow in the leather Zion, the best that`s ever cameThe game changes like, my mind just ain`t rightWe `gwan get this dough, I guess it ain`t your nightSuckin me in like a vacumn, I remembertellin my family I`ll be back soon, that was DecemberEighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years latergot me wise still can`t break my underworld tiesI wear black a lot, in the Ac`, act a lotGot matchin VCR`s, a huge Magnavoxto nitch, green like spinach pop wines that`s vintageIt`s a lot of big money in my sentenceHittin towards a mil`, lip a, written I kill like thatchick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do datAin`t no stoppin the champagne from poppinthe drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate emPolitics as us-ual