All I Do

Rhymefest

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    [Rhymefest]
    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, Southside
    Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar
    I gotta do it like this

    You can take the boy outta slum, can't take slum outta 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, comin up like a pack of rats
    fightin 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 stuffin rocks down her baby's diapers
    It go the other way too when your mother's on hype
    and you gotta serve her 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 deal every Hoover and Jeff Ford (how?)
    Lock up all our leaders, let the ghetto eat us
    I'm the ghetto Regis, in Che-vy Caprices
    And niggaz that front can get blown to little pieces
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's

    [Chorus]
    All I do - workin hard for scratch
    Talk shit get your jaw deattached
    All I do - though I'm still in the streets a bit
    A brother ain't fin' to 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

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    [Rhymefest]
    Spittin bars is felt to carve wealth
    And stay hungry to the death I will starve my-self
    To keep what I got and have what I want
    And stay real them my niggaz knowin half of 'em don't got
    The gift to ball, a rhymers fit
    Thought 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 bustin no heads
    I don't care about a deal, I've been poor all my life
    Cocksucker I ain't afraid of how the shit feel
    Sit still, soak the moment in
    You got somethin bad to say, nigga hold it in
    You afraid to die? You ain't a soldier then
    Chi-Town stand up, we supposed to win
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's

    [Chorus]

    [Rhymefest]
    This for my people locked up for pushin diesel
    Deliver us from this evil God (all I do)
    Or gettin home from the gig and got a gang full of kids
    You feel the stress 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 yo' hands in the air and release say (all I do)

    Mr. Blue Collar

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    Composition: Hutch Willie, Rhymefest, E Mil, and Jeremy Ball

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