Текст песни Jay-Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1), слова песни Jay-Z

Текст песни Jay-Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1)

Jay-Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1) слова песни

[Intro (Nas sample)]Presidents to represent me (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 fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)[Jay-Z]Well I always spit that, wonderama shit, me and my conglomerateshall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shitLive out my dreams, until my heart give outInvolved with cream, you know exactly what this shit`s aboutFuck y`all mean? Handlin` since a teen I dish outlike the point guard off your favorite team without doubtMy life ain`t rosy but I roll with itMy mind was fine until the dough hit it and told me that the mo` did itAnd now it`s kosher shit is so acidicI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitchesWatch how I`m walkin cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockintryin to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardonedShit I`m involved with got me pins and needlesAnd my cerebral be`s the wickedess evil thoughts that this martyr feed youFeedback, in the game so deep fiends could catch yaFreeze off my knee cap, can y`all believe that?Got the city drinkin` Crystals, re`up the feeRappers goin` broke, tryin to keep up with meMy rise to riches surprised the bitches - think harderYou know this nigga, Jay-Z; Shawn CarterG.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck upWatch me shine like a bright, lemme gets the fuck upAll rhymers forget it like AlzhiemersSmall timers, I said it, I`m addressin all dramasTalk to me[Chorus (Nas sample) 2x]I`m out for presidents to represent me (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 fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)[Jay-Z]So sick of niggas, I want money like Cosby who wouldn`t?This` the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain`t got no puddin`Niggas got them kinda dreams from JetYou in the streets nigga make your moves, get your mil`Niggas`ll coast in the SL but can`t post bailNiggas`ll, roast a L but, scared to throw your toast, wellI`m here to tell niggas it ain`t all swellthere`s heaven, then there`s hell niggasOne day your cruisin in your 7 next day your sweatin forgettin your liesAlibis ain`t matchin up, bullshit catchin upHit with the rico, they repo your vehico`Everything was all good just a week ago`Bout to start bitchin` ain`t you? Ready to start snitchin` ain`t you?I`ll forgive your weak ass, hustlin` just ain`t youAside from the fast cars; honey`s that shake theyass at bars you know you wouldn`t be involvedwith the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millersEast coast bodiers, west coast cap peelersLittle monkey niggas turn gorillasStopped in the station; filled up on octaneand now they not sane and not playin` that goes without sayin`Slayin` day in and day out with money playin` and then they play you outTryin` to escape my own mind, lurkin` the enemyRepresentin` infinite with presidencies, you know?[Bridge (Nas sample)]Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)[Chorus x2]

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Dead Presidents (Part 1)

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