Tytuł: Dead Presidents (Part 1)

• Wykonawca: Jay-Z
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[Ja -Z]
  Rock on
  Roc-A-Fella y'all
  
  [Chorus][Nas]
  Presidents to represent me
  I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x2]
  I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me
  
  [Ja -Z]
  Well I was fit that wonderama shit
  me and my conglomerate
  share remain anonymous
  caught up in the finest shit
  live out by dreams until my heart get vowed
  and while we crave you know exactly what the shits about
  fuck 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 shit and 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 niggaz be knockin',
  tryin' to strike a bargain,
  hopin' that they might get part in
  shit on 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 bitches
  think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Cotter
  G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up
  Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up
  All rhymers forget like altimers
  small timers I said it
  I'm adressin' all drama torture
  
  [Chorus][Nas]
  I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x3]
  I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me
  [Repeat x1]
  
  [Ja -Z]
  So sick of niggaz
  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
  niggaz got them kinda dreams from jet
  you in the streets nigga
  make your move get your get your mail
  niggaz are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail
  niggaz are roast the L.
  but scared to throw your toast well
  I'am here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell
  It's heaven been in tell niggaz
  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 ass hustlin' just ain't you
  Aside from the fast cars
  Hunnies that shake they ass at 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 niggaz 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]
  Dead Presidents to represent me [x4]
  I'm our for presidents to represent me [x7]
  I'm our for Dead Presidents to represent me