Dead Presidents Lyrics

Dead Presidents lyrics

hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9 5 shot
well
take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
Richmond California
where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it
up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds to make our
profits bro
roll through the town talking shit get your wig
split
especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
I mean them
George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson,
Grant, Ben
Franklins
find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin,
haha
the ghetto's trying to kill me
and if you live to see 95 most of
ya'll fools can feel me
come take a ride in my 6-4
I'm not Dr. Dre but
Richmond, California's death row
you got niggas packin heat
and fiends on
every corner trying to make them ends meet
and the game get thicker
when
you think its all good
down bows another nigga
to the grave 6 feet
deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
but I've seen alot
of niggas die
Richmond, California the town of the homicide
got me caught
up in a shuffle
sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle
I'm too
deep to quit
cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits
dead
presidents
still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
dead
presidents
still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
blood shot red
eyes off that dank gettin toasted
khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt
half way open
and on my stomach spells T-R-U
that's my click
motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
that jumped out this game of
crack
to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
and we aint
takin no shorts
independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll
gettin paid
like the bank, cook it up like crank
distribute it to the world like some
motherfucking dank
but there's always some sucka ass busta playa
hatin
mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga
you can't
rap nigga, insane fool on crack
I get more bitches than you, fools cock
22
I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece
and them blue signs is
thicker
cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker
wiping
niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
when you fools was fadin, I was
sendin niggas to death row
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with
?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than
you
so what the fuck you runnin on my set
talking that hoe shit
fool
and No Limit only means the beginning
cause when the other niggas is
fading
we just beginning
got more juice than ojay
got more four than
fourplay
got more game than M.J.
and like Cube say today will be a good
day
25 G's for a key
hook it up and meet King George, 23rd
street
straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
ain't no motherfuckin
soda, cook it up like grenola
and we bout to chop the top off
this
motherfuckin fire bird, ???????
oh, and them hoes is the side show
and
bustas gettin beat down
niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin
clowned
and we sicker than sickery
tricker than trickery
catch you
slippin bitch than you history
cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it
up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
and the game get
deep
how can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
you gotta
watch your ass
and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real
fast
and watch close to your enemy
cause it might be the same nigga sittin
right next to you G
and the game gets sad
6 feet deep might be lying your
dog ass
trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
but don't tell a
nigga where your stash
you know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game
to
all my niggas out their in the game
ya'll know how it go, watch your
motherfucking ass
stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you
can
(chorus plays as P talks)
yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas
out their in the Rich
know what I'm sayin
all my niggas out there in
Oakland, Frisco
and all them hustlas thats rollin with me
the TRU click,
King George, C-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed
and ya'll know the Ice Cream
Man is outtie 5,000
got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope
ass shit