[Jay-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 [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] Well I was fit that wonderama shit Me and my conglomerate Shall remain anonymous Caught up in the finest shit Live out by dreams until my heart gives out And while we crave you know exactly what the 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 'till the dough hit it And told me that the mo' did it And now it's kosher, shit is so hasidic I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin' Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin', Tryin' to strike a bargain, Hopin' 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 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 Carter G.S. to fuck up, dressed the fuck up Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up All rhymers forget like Alzheimer's Small timers I said it I'm addressing 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] [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 nigga 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 hell niggas One day your cruisin' in ya seven Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up Hit with the rico, they repo your vehicle 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 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 [Chorus - 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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