Jay-Z - Dead Presidents (Original Verses) [w/ Lyrics]

  • Uploaded on 26 Agu 2007


    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

    [Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
    Well I was fit that wonderama shit
    Me and my conglomerate
    Shall remain anonymous
    Caught up in the finest shit
    Live out by dreams until my heart gives out
    And while we crave you know exactly what the shit's about
    Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen I dish out
    Like the point-guard 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 kosher, shit is so hasidic
    I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'
    Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin',
    Tryin' to strike a bargain,
    Hopin' that they might get pardoned
    Shit I'm involved with 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 Carter
    G.S. to fuck up, dressed the fuck up
    Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up
    All rhymers forget like Alzheimer's
    Small timers I said it
    I'm addressing 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]

    [Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
    So sick of niggas
    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
    Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail
    You in the streets nigga
    Make your move get your get your mail
    Niggas are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail
    Niggas are roast the L.
    But scared to throw your toast well
    I am here to tell niggas it ain't all swell
    There's heaven then there's hell niggas
    One day your cruisin' in ya seven
    Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies
    Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up
    Hit with the rico, they repo your vehicle
    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 involved
    With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's
    East-coast bodiers, west-coast cap peelers
    Little monkey niggas turn gorilla's
    Stopped 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 out for presidents to represent me [x7]
    I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me.


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