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Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know what? |
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It's time for me to give a testament to where |
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I came from |
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The streets of |
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Chicago, Southside |
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Yeah, Mr. |
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Blue Collar, |
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I gotta do it like this |
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You can take the boy outta slum, can't take slum outta son |
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I should be lynched, |
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I'm so high strung |
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At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted |
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You gotta kill us both doc, |
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I'm not the only one |
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It's a package deal, comin' up like a pack of rats |
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Fightin' over scraps, the streets is ill |
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Take a trip to the city of wind, the city of sin |
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My block'll have you born again |
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But it ain't like church, life hurts |
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Drug raids, she stuffin' rocks down her baby's diapers |
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It go the other way too when your mother's on hype |
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And you gotta serve her blow 'fore you go to school |
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So I spit like a fool to the chorus |
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Military jail time all they got for us |
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I seen how they deal every |
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Hoover and |
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Jeff FordLock up all our leaders, let the ghetto eat us |
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I'm the ghetto |
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Regis, in |
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Chevy Caprices |
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And niggaz that front can get blown to little pieces |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why?' |
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Cause it's |
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All I do, workin' hard for scratch |
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Talk shit get your jaw deattached |
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All I do, though |
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I'm still in the streets a bit |
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A brother ain't fin' to take no shit |
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All I do, lil' buddy, this could get ugly |
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Trust me, 'cause this is |
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All I do, before |
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I explode, |
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I give you my ode |
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In the summer, rain, fall or cold |
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Spittin' bars is felt to carve wealth |
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And stay hungry to the death, |
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I will starve myself |
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To keep what |
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I got and have what |
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I wantAnd stay real them my niggaz knowin' half of 'em don't got |
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The gift to ball, a rhymers fit |
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Thought we still want the finest shit, all |
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I doIs take whitey's bread, keep a nice spread |
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Hit the club and try to leave without bustin' no heads |
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I don't care about a deal, |
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I've been poor all my life |
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Cocksucker |
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I ain't afraid of how the shit feel |
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Sit still, soak the moment in |
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You got somethin' bad to say, nigga hold it in |
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You afraid to die? |
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You ain't a soldier then |
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Chi-Town stand up, we supposed to win |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why?' |
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Cause it's |
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All I do, workin' hard for scratch |
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Talk shit get your jaw deattached |
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All I do, though |
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I'm still in the streets a bit |
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A brother ain't fin' to take no shit |
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All I do, lil' buddy, this could get ugly |
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Trust me, 'cause this is |
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All I do, before |
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I explode, |
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I give you my ode |
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In the summer, rain, fall or cold |
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This for my people locked up for pushin' diesel |
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Deliver us from this evil |
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God, all I do |
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Or gettin' home from the gig and got a gang full of kids |
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You feel the stress like, all |
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I doSetbacks, yeah you gotta expect that |
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Get back and grind nigga, all |
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I doNow you can let yourself breathe |
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Throw yo' hands in the air and release say, all |
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I doMr. Blue |
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