Testo All I Do - Rhymefest
Testo della canzone All I Do (Rhymefest), tratta dall'album Blue Collar
Mr. Blue Collar
Yeah
You know what?
It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from
The streets of Chicago, South side
Yeah
Mr. Blue Collar
I gotta do it like this
You can take the boy out of slum
Can't take slum out of son
I should be lynched, I'm so high strung
At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted
You gotta kill us both doc, I'm not the only one
It's a package deal
Coming up like a pack of rats fighting over scraps
The streets is ill
Take a trip to the city of wind, the city of sin
My block'll have you born again
But it ain't like church, life hurts
Drug raids, she stuffing rocks down her baby's diapers
It go the other way too when your mother's a hyphen
You gotta serve up blow 'fore you go to school
So I spit like a fool to the chorus
Military, jail time all they got for us
I seen how they did Larry Hoover and Jeff Fort
Lots of ball I leave 'em, let the ghetto eat us
I'm the ghetto Regis, in Chevy Caprices
And niggas that front can get blown to little pieces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why?
Cause it's all I do
Working hard for scratch, talk shit get your jaw detached
All I do
Though I'm still in the streets a bit
A brother ain't finna take no shit
All I do
Lil' buddy, this could get ugly, trust me cause this is
All I do
Before I explode I give you my ode in the summer, rain, fall, or cold
Spitting bars is felt to carve wealth and stay hungry
To the death I will starve myself
To keep what I got and have what I want
And stay real, them my niggas knowing half of 'em don't
Got the gift to ball, a rhyme'll spit
But we still want the finest shit (All I do)
Is take whitey's bread, keep a nice spread
Hit the club and try to leave without busting no heads
I don't care about a deal
I've been poor all my life cocksucker
I ain't afraid of how that shit feel
Sit still, soak the moment in
You got something bad to say, nigga hold it in
You afraid to die? You ain't a soldier then
Chi-Town stand up, we're supposed to win
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why?
Cause it's all I do
Working hard for scratch, talk shit get your jaw detached
All I do
Though I'm still in the streets a bit
A brother ain't finna take no shit
All I do
Lil' buddy, this could get ugly, trust me cause this is
All I do
Before I explode I give you my ode in the summer, rain, fall, or cold
This for my people locked up for pushing diesel
Deliver us from this evil
God (All I do)
Or getting home from the gig and got a gang full of kids
You feeling stressed like (All I do)
Setbacks, yeah you gotta expect that
Get back and grind nigga (All I do)
Now you can let yourself breathe
Throw your hands in the air and release
Say (All I do)
Mr. Blue Collar
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Writer(s): Emile Haynie, Willie Hutch, Che Smith, Jeremy Ball
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