paroles de chanson All I Do - 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
Lock
up
all
our
leaders,
let
the
ghetto
eat
us
I'm
the
ghetto
Regis,
in
Chevy
Caprices
And
niggaz
that
front
can
get
blown
to
little
pieces
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
you
know
why?
'Cause
it's
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
Spittin'
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
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
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
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
1 Feel Free (intro)
2 Dynomite (Going Postal)
3 Brand New
4 Brand New
5 Fever - Radio Edit
6 All I Do
7 Get Down
8 More
9 More
10 Chicago-Rillas
11 Chicago-Rillas
12 Stick
13 All Girls Cheat
14 All Girls Cheat
15 Devil's Pie
16 Sister
17 Sister
18 Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude)
19 Mr. Blue Collar (Interlude)
20 Bullet
21 Bullet
22 Tell A Story
23 Build Me Up
24 Build Me Up
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