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.
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