Jay-Z - Dead Presidents (Part 1) * Song lyrics

Dead Presidents (Part 1) * lyrics song by Jay-Z

Artist :Jay-Z  Lyrics : Dead Presidents (Part 1) *

Here is the song lyric of 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 the 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 niggaz be narcin
Tryin to strike a bargain
Hopin that they might get pardoned
Shit I'm involved with
Got me pins and needles
In my cerebral be's 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 wit me
My rise to riches surprised the bitches
Think harder
You know this nigga
Jay-Z Shawn Carter
G.S.ed the fuck up, Trieste the fuck up
Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up
All rhymers forget it like Alzheimers
Small timers I said it
I'm adressin all drama
Talk to me

So sick of niggaz
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
Niggaz got them kinda dreams from jail
You in the streets nigga
Make your move get your get your mil
Niggaz'll coast in the S.L. but can't post bail
Niggaz'll roast the L
But scared to throw your toast well
I'm here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell
It's heaven then its hell niggas
One day your cruisin in ya seven
Next day your sweatin forgettin your lies
Alibis ain't matchin up bullshit catchin up
Hit with the RICO they repo'd 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 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 turned 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 then they play you out
Tryin to escape my own mind
Lurkin the enemy
Representin infinity
With Presidencies you know

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