Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Dead Presidents II Lyrics

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 "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'all

 The saga continues

 

 Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers

 Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras

 To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine

 You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme

 By the ounce dough accumulates like snow

 We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?

 Factions from the other side would love to kill me

 Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat

 Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life

 In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life

 Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up

 On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up

 I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back

 Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back

 That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"

 I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully

 Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process

 and I ain't got nothin but time

 I had near brushes, not to mention three shots

 close range, never touched me, divine intervention

 Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta

 Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life

 I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight

 Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?

 

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 Geyeah, know what? I'll make..

 you and your wack mans fold like bad hands

 Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me

 like white crystals, I gross the most

 at the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to

 The dead presidential, canidate

 with the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you

 In due time when crime fleas my mind

 All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine

 But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant

 I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in

 Long as the villian win

 I spend Japan yen, attend major events

 Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin

 J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin

 I got a good life man, pounds and pence

 Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench

 Catch me swinging for the fence

 Dead Presidents, ya know

 

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 Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it

 The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow

 You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough

 Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow

 like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow

 Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have

 eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon

 Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's

 to change your life huh, roll with the winners

 Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella

 Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected 

 from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus

 Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung

 We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done

 Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z

 And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV

 I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure

 Dead presidentials, politics as usual

 Bla-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...)"

 

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