Jay Dead Presidents Ii Lyrics

Dead Presidents Ii Lyrics

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'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? 

  

 Chorus 

  

 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 your pen yen to ten 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 

  

 Chorus 

  

 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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