Dead Presidents Ii lyrics

Artist  : Jay-z 
Song : Dead Presidents Ii



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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 *f**kin* 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
f**k 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 sh*t 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 *f**kin* presidents to represent me
(Whose...)"
"Dead *f**kin* presidents to represent me
(Whose...)"
"Dead *f**kin* presidents to represent me
(Whose...)"
"Dead *f**kin* presidents to represent me
(Whose...)"

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