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      Politics as usual 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 felon, heavy on the wrist, our face used      With the diamond blooded hey, Susan and blind your face   Youse for life, sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nigga      Politics as usual      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 vacuum, 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 usual