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Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you what?
It's time for me to give a testament to I came from
The streets of Chicago,
Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar, I gotta do it this

You can take the boy outta slum, can't slum outta son
I should be lynched, I'm so high
At 15 my mother tried to have me
You gotta kill us doc, I'm not the only one

a package deal, comin' up like a pack of rats
Fightin' scraps, the streets is ill
a trip to the city of wind, the city of sin
My have you born again

But it like church, life hurts
Drug raids, she stuffin' rocks down her baby's
It go the other way too when your on hype
And you gotta her blow 'fore you go to school

So I spit like a to the chorus
Military jail all they got for us
I seen how they deal every Hoover and Jeff
up all our leaders, let the ghetto eat us

I'm the ghetto Regis, in Caprices
And niggaz that front can get to little pieces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know
'Cause

All I do, workin' for scratch
Talk shit get jaw deattached
All I do, though I'm still in the a bit
A brother fin' to take no shit

All I do, lil' buddy, this get ugly
Trust me, this is
All I do, before I explode, I you my ode
In the summer, rain, or cold

Spittin' bars is felt to carve
And stay hungry to the death, I will starve
To keep what I got and have I want
And real them my niggaz knowin' half of 'em don't got

The to ball, a rhymers fit
Thought we still want the shit, all I do
Is take whitey's bread, keep a spread
Hit the and try to leave without bustin' no heads

I don't care about a deal, I've been all my life
I ain't afraid of how the shit feel
Sit still, soak the in
You got somethin' bad to say, nigga it in

You afraid to die? You ain't a then
Chi-Town up, we supposed to win
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you why?
'Cause

All I do, hard for scratch
Talk shit get your jaw
All I do, though I'm in the streets a bit
A brother fin' to take no shit

All I do, lil' buddy, could get ugly
Trust me, this is
All I do, I explode, I give you my ode
In the summer, rain, fall or

This for my people up for pushin' diesel
Deliver us from this God, all I do
Or gettin' home the gig and got a gang full of kids
You the stress like, all I do

Setbacks, yeah you gotta expect
Get and grind nigga, all I do
Now you can let yourself
yo' hands in the air and release say, all I do

Mr. Blue