Dead Presidents (Part 1) Testo

Testo Dead Presidents (Part 1)

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[Jaÿ 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 [Jaÿ 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) [Jaÿ-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

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