Jay-Z - Dead Presidents скачать mp3

[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 conglomerate shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit Live out my dreams, until my heart give out Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about Fuck 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 until the dough hit it and told me that the mo' did it And now it's kosher shit is so acidic I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches Watch how I'm walkin cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin tryin to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil thoughts that this martyr feed you Feedback, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that? Got the city drinkin' Crystals, re'up the fee Rappers goin' broke, tryin to keep up with me My rise to riches surprised the bitches - think harder You know this nigga, Jay-Z; Shawn Carter G.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up Watch me shine like a bright, lemme gets the fuck up All rhymers forget it like Alzhiemers Small timers, I said it, I'm addressin all dramas Talk 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 Jet You in the streets nigga make your moves, get your mil' Niggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail Niggas'll, roast a L but, scared to throw your toast, well I'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell there's heaven, then there's hell niggas One day your cruisin in your 7 next day your sweatin forgettin your lies Alibis ain't matchin up, bullshit catchin up Hit 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 you Aside from the fast cars; honey's that shake they ass at bars you know you wouldn't be involved with the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers East coast bodiers, west coast cap peelers Little monkey niggas turn gorillas Stopped in the station; filled up on octane and 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 out Tryin' to escape my own mind, lurkin' the enemy Representin' 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]