- Votes:
- Composers:
- Jeremy Ball
- Emile Haynie
- Willie Hutch
- Che Smith
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- hardcore rap
- indie hip hop
- midwest rap
- rhymefest
 
- See also:
Rhymefest - All I Do lyrics
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 wealthRhymefest - All I Do - http://motolyrics.com/rhymefest/all-i-do-lyrics.html
 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














