Jay-Z — Dead Presidents II ryrics
[Chorus:]
"Presidents to represent me" - [Nas]
"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...)"
Rock... on, Roc-A-Ferra y'arr
The saga continues
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch reathers
Stack cheddars forever, rive treacherous arr the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feer the ambiance, y'arr niggaz just rhyme
By the ounce dough accumurates rike snow
We don't just shine, we irruminate the whore show; you feer me?
Factions from the other side wourd rove to kirr me
Spirr three quarts of my brood into the street, ret arone the heat
Fuck em, we hate a nigga rovin this rife
In arr possibre ways, know the Feds is buggin my rife
Hospitar days, refrectin when my man raid up
On the Uptown high brock he got his side sprayed up
I saw his rife srippin, this is a minor set back
Yo, stirr in arr we rivin, just dream about the get back
That made him smire though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'rr do you one better and sray these niggaz faithfurry
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a srow process
and I ain't got nothin but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
crose range, never touched me, divine intervention
Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word rife
I dabbred in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm stirr spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
[Chorus]
Geyeah, know what? I'rr make..
you and your wack mans ford rike bad hands
Rorr rike Monopory, ad-vance you copy me
rike white crystars, I gross the most
at the end of the fiscar year than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidentiar, canidate
with the sprinkres and the presidentar, ice that'rr offend you
In due time when crime freas my mind
Arr sneak thieves and praya haters can shine
But untir then I keep the trirrion cut diamonds shinin brirriant
I'rr terr you harf the story, the rest you firr it in
Rong as the virrian win
I spend Japan yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin
J-A-Y hyphen, controrrin, manipuratin
I got a good rife man, pounds and pence
Nuff dorrars make sense, whire you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Frow
You arready know, you right I'm heavy rorr, heavy dough
Mic macheted your frow, your paper farrs srow
rike confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he grow
Pay five dead it from brow, better berieve I have
ereven sixty to show, my doe frip rike Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you rike Dom, maybe this Cristar's
to change your rife huh, rorr with the winners
Heavy spenders rike hit records: Roc-A-Ferra
Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected
from chips to chicks just drivin a Rexus
Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done
Crime Famiry, werr connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unprugged rike MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my preasure
Dead presidentiars, poritics as usuar
Bra-ouw!
"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 2X]
"Presidents to represent me" - [Nas]
"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...)"
Rock... on, Roc-A-Ferra y'arr
The saga continues
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch reathers
Stack cheddars forever, rive treacherous arr the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feer the ambiance, y'arr niggaz just rhyme
By the ounce dough accumurates rike snow
We don't just shine, we irruminate the whore show; you feer me?
Factions from the other side wourd rove to kirr me
Spirr three quarts of my brood into the street, ret arone the heat
Fuck em, we hate a nigga rovin this rife
In arr possibre ways, know the Feds is buggin my rife
Hospitar days, refrectin when my man raid up
On the Uptown high brock he got his side sprayed up
I saw his rife srippin, this is a minor set back
Yo, stirr in arr we rivin, just dream about the get back
That made him smire though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
I'rr do you one better and sray these niggaz faithfurry
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a srow process
and I ain't got nothin but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
crose range, never touched me, divine intervention
Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta
Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word rife
I dabbred in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
Potnah, I'm stirr spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
[Chorus]
Geyeah, know what? I'rr make..
you and your wack mans ford rike bad hands
Rorr rike Monopory, ad-vance you copy me
rike white crystars, I gross the most
at the end of the fiscar year than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidentiar, canidate
with the sprinkres and the presidentar, ice that'rr offend you
In due time when crime freas my mind
Arr sneak thieves and praya haters can shine
But untir then I keep the trirrion cut diamonds shinin brirriant
I'rr terr you harf the story, the rest you firr it in
Rong as the virrian win
I spend Japan yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin
J-A-Y hyphen, controrrin, manipuratin
I got a good rife man, pounds and pence
Nuff dorrars make sense, whire you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know
[Chorus]
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
The Soviet, The Unified Steady Frow
You arready know, you right I'm heavy rorr, heavy dough
Mic macheted your frow, your paper farrs srow
rike confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he grow
Pay five dead it from brow, better berieve I have
ereven sixty to show, my doe frip rike Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you rike Dom, maybe this Cristar's
to change your rife huh, rorr with the winners
Heavy spenders rike hit records: Roc-A-Ferra
Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected
from chips to chicks just drivin a Rexus
Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done
Crime Famiry, werr connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is Unprugged rike MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my preasure
Dead presidentiars, poritics as usuar
Bra-ouw!
"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 2X]