Dead Presidents 3 Lyrics - Jay-z

While others kick 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 

Involving cream, you know exactly what this shits 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 acidic 

I'll blow a digit on a diamond in a minute, but, no bitches 

Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be narcin' 

Tryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned 

Shit I'm involved with got me pins and needles 

And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil 

Thoughts that this sport will feed you 

Peep facts, 

In the game so deep, 

Fiends can catch a freeze off my knee cap 

Can y'all believe that? 

Got the city drinkin' Cristal, we upped the fee 

Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up with me 

My rise to riches surprised the bitches 

Think harder, 

You know this nigga 

Jay-Z, Sean Carter 

G.S.-ed the fuck up, tree-es (trees) the fuck up 

Watch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up 

All rhymers forget it like Alzheimers 

Small timers, I said it 

I'm adressin' all drama 

Talk to me 

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 

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 

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So sick of niggas, 

"I want money like Cosby" 

Who wouldn't? 

It's this kind of talk that makes me think 

You probably ain't got no puddin' 

Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail 

You in the streets nigga, make your move, get your get your mill' 

Niggas'll coast in the S.L. but can't post bail, 

Niggas'll roast the el, 

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 seven, 

Next day your sweatin', forgettin' your lies, 

Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up 

Hit with the RICO, they repoed 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 

Honeys that shake they ass in 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 turned gorillas 

Stopped in the station filled up on octane 

And now they not sane, and not playin' 

That goes without sayin' 

Slangin' day in and day out 

When money play in, then they play you out 

Tryin' to escape my own mind 

Lurkin' the enemy 

Representin' infinity 

With Presidencies, ya know? 

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