Jay-Z - Lyric Title, Politics as Usual

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Politics as Usual

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Song By Jay-Z Artist Bio
Album - Reasonable Doubt
In Category : Misc Lyrics
Submitted By : Jan Michaels

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

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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC '-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN' 'http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/loose.dtd'>; <html><head><title>Mix Lyrics | Politics as Usual</title></head><body><h3>Politics as Usual</h3><br><br> By: Jay-Z<br><br><p>You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me<br />skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin<br />No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan<br />Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to<br />hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble<br />kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys<br />Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be<br />My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices<br />and fools that think I slip, you fuck around<br />you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy<br />on some I-do-or-die shit, for real<br />The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and<br />just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga<br /><br />Politics as us-ual... I took my<br />Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some<br />VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin<br />And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised<br />No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true<br />I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson<br />have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off<br />You ain't seen money in your life, when it<br />comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice<br />A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes<br />The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos<br />My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please<br />Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used<br />with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face<br />youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga<br /><br />Politics as us-ual...<br />You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin<br />Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came<br />The game changes like, my mind just ain't right<br />We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night<br />Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember<br />tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December<br />Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later<br />got me wise still can't break my underworld ties<br />I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot<br />Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox<br />to nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage<br />It's a lot of big money in my sentence<br />Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that<br />chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat<br />Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin<br />the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em<br /><br />Politics as us-ual<br /></p> <br><br> <b>Submitted By :-></b> Jan Michaels<br><br><b>Lyric From</b> <a href='http://www.mixlyrics.com/'>Mix Lyrics</a><br></body></html>

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