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Dead Presidents * Lyrics

JAY-Z – Dead Presidents * Lyrics

This* song is not on jay-z reasonable: doubt -- only on the cd single [jaÿ-z]

on Roc-a-fella
y'all [chorus][nas]

to represent me I'm
out for presidents to represent me (x2) I'm
out for dead presidents to represent me [jaÿ-z]

I was fit that wonderama s titMe
and my conglomerate Share
remain anonymous Caught
up in the finest s titLive
out by dreams until my heart get vowed And
while we crave you know exactly what the s s***about F
k**y'all mean handlin' since a teen I dish out Like
the point got off your favorite team without doubt My
life ain't rosy but I roll with it My
mind was fine till the dough hit it And
told me that the mo' did it And
now it's closer s titand so I said it I
blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin' Watch
how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest ni z***be knockin' Tryin',
to strike a bargain Hopin',
that they might get part in S
titon me boy we got me pins and needles And
my cerebral be's the wickedess evil Thoughts
that this boughter feed you Feed
back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya Freeze
off my knee cap can y'all believe that Got
the city drinkin' crystal raise up the fee Rappers
going broke tryin' to keep up wit me My
rise the riches surprise the b s*****Think
harder you know this n anusjay-z shawn cotter G
S. To. f k**up three, years to f k**up Watch
me shine like a brightly be gets to f k**up All
rhymers forget like altimers Small
timers I said it I'm
adressin' all drama torture [chorus][nas]

out for presidents to represent me (x3) I'm
out for dead presidents to represent me (repeat
x1) [jaÿ-z]

sick of ni z***I
want money like cosby who wouldn't It's
this kind of talk that make me think You
probably ain't got no pudding Ni
z***got them kinda dreams from jet You
in the streets n anusMake
your move get your get your mail Ni
z***are coastin' the S L. But. can't post bail Ni
z***are roast the L But.
scared to throw your toast well I'am
here to tell ni z***it ain't all swell It's
heaven been in tell ni z***One
day your cruisin' in ya seven Next
day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies Alabuys
ain't matchin' up bullshit, catchin' up Hit
with the rico they, repo the, re-he-ico Everything
was all good just a week ago Bout
to start bitchin' ain't you Ready
to start snitchin' ain't you I
forgive your weak a hustlin'** just ain't you Aside
from the fast cars Hunnies
that shake they a atit bars You
know you wouldn't be involded With
the underworld dealers carriers, and mac-miller's East-coast
parties west-coast, cap peelers Little
monkey ni z***turn gorilla's Stoped
in the station filled up on noctane And
now they not sane and, not playin' That
goes without sayin' Slangin'
day in and day out With
money playin' then they play you out Tryin'
to escape my own mind Lurkin'
the enemy representin' infinite With
presidencies you know [chorus][nas]

presidents to represent me (x4) I'm
our for presidents to represent me (x7) I'm
our for dead presidents to represent me
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Songwriters: David Anthony Willis, Lonnie Liston Smith, Nasir Jones, Peter O. Phillips, Shawn C. Carter
Dead Presidents * lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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