Testo Dead presidents (part 2) Jay-Z

Dead presidents (part 2)

[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 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 processand I ain't got nothin but time
I 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 life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what? [Chorus] Geyeah, know what? I'll make..you and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy melike white crystals, I gross the mostat the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, canidatewith 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 brilliantI'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 bitinJ-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 [Chorus] Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady FlowYou already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slowlike confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay 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 winners
Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-FellaDon't get it corrected this shit is perfected from chips to chicks just drivin a LexusMake 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-ZAnd you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTVI 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...)" [Chorus 2
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