Lirik Lagu Dead Presidents (Part II) - Jay-Z
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Chorus:
"Presidents to represent me" > Nas "Get money!""I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!""I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!""I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
Rock... on Roc A Fella y'allThe saga continues
Ahh who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathersStack cheddars forever live treacherous all the et ceterasTo the death of us, me and my confidants, we shineYou feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhymeBy the ounce dough accumulates like snowWe don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?Factions from the other side would love to kill meSpill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heatFuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this lifeIn all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my lifeHospital days, reflectin when my man laid upOn the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed upI saw his life slippin, this is a minor set backYo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get backThat made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfullyMurder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow processand I ain't got nothin but timeI had near brushes, not to mention three shotsclose range, never touched me, divine interventionCan't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta TaDown in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word lifeI dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straightPotnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
Chorus
Geyeah, know what? I'll make..you and your wack mans fold like bad handsRoll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy melike white crystals, I gross the mostat the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish toThe dead presidential, canidatewith the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend youIn due time when crime fleas my mindAll sneak thieves and playa haters can shineBut until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliantI'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it inLong as the villian winI spend your pen yen to ten major eventsCatch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitinJ-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatinI got a good life man, pounds and penceNuff dollars make sense, while you ride the benchCatch me swinging for the fenceDead Presidents, ya know
Chorus
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be itThe Soviet, The Unified Steady FlowYou already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy doughMic macheted your flow, your paper falls slowlike confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glowPay five dead it from blow, better believe I haveeleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-KwonJay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal'sto change your life huh, roll with the winnersHeavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-FellaDon't get it corrected this shit is perfectedfrom chips to chicks just drivin a LexusMake it without your gun, we takin everything you brungWe cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it doneCrime Family, well connected Jay-ZAnd you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTVI empty three, take your treasure, my pleasureDead presidentials, politics as usualBla-ouw!
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
Chorus 2X
"Presidents to represent me" > Nas "Get money!""I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!""I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!""I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
Rock... on Roc A Fella y'allThe saga continues
Ahh who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathersStack cheddars forever live treacherous all the et ceterasTo the death of us, me and my confidants, we shineYou feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhymeBy the ounce dough accumulates like snowWe don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?Factions from the other side would love to kill meSpill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heatFuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this lifeIn all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my lifeHospital days, reflectin when my man laid upOn the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed upI saw his life slippin, this is a minor set backYo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get backThat made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfullyMurder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow processand I ain't got nothin but timeI had near brushes, not to mention three shotsclose range, never touched me, divine interventionCan't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta TaDown in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word lifeI dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straightPotnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
Chorus
Geyeah, know what? I'll make..you and your wack mans fold like bad handsRoll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy melike white crystals, I gross the mostat the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish toThe dead presidential, canidatewith the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend youIn due time when crime fleas my mindAll sneak thieves and playa haters can shineBut until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliantI'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it inLong as the villian winI spend your pen yen to ten major eventsCatch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitinJ-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatinI got a good life man, pounds and penceNuff dollars make sense, while you ride the benchCatch me swinging for the fenceDead Presidents, ya know
Chorus
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be itThe Soviet, The Unified Steady FlowYou already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy doughMic macheted your flow, your paper falls slowlike confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glowPay five dead it from blow, better believe I haveeleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-KwonJay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal'sto change your life huh, roll with the winnersHeavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-FellaDon't get it corrected this shit is perfectedfrom chips to chicks just drivin a LexusMake it without your gun, we takin everything you brungWe cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it doneCrime Family, well connected Jay-ZAnd you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTVI empty three, take your treasure, my pleasureDead presidentials, politics as usualBla-ouw!
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)""Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
Chorus 2X
