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 Ah, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha