Dead Presidents II (Original Version) (исполнитель: Jay-Z)
[Jay-Z] Rock on Roc-A-Fella y'all [bad word] - 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 [bad word] Me and my conglomerate Shall remain anonymous Caught up in the finest [bad word] Live out by dreams until my heart gives out And while we crave you know exactly what the [bad word] s about [bad word] 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, [bad word] is so hasidic I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no [bad word] Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin', Tryin' to strike a bargain, Hopin' that they might get pardoned [bad word] 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 [bad word] Think harder you know this [bad word] Jay-Z Shawn Carter G.S. to [bad word] up, dressed the [bad word] up Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the [bad word] up All rhymers forget like Alzheimer's Small timers I said it I'm addressing all drama torture [bad word] - 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] niggas One day your [bad word] in ya seven Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies Alibis ain't matchin' up, [bad word] catchin' up Hit with the rico, they repo your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago Bout to start [bad word] ain't you Ready to start snitchin' ain't you I forgive your weak [bad word] hustlin' just ain't you Aside from the fast cars Hunnies that shake they [bad word] 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 [bad word] - 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.