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glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this
grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom,
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

While others spit that
Rock on
Roc-A-Fella why'all

[Chorus]
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for Presidents to represent me [Repeat: x2]
I'm out for Dead
I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me

Well I was fit that wonderama s***
Me and my conglomerate
Share remain anonymous
Caught up in
[Jay-Z]
Girls I love you.. I love all why'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
[Jay] Yo put
I'm the three 
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr 
(badda-ba-ba-by-by) 

Chorus: KRS-One 
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
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
Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said
Back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh

Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think
(Jay-Z)
Oohh, live your life 'cause life is love
Always thank the man above (thank you, uh)
The more you the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah
See we could do it big like Beyonce and Jay Z
Later that night like Swizz and Alicia Keys
Barrack and Michelle, we gone start our first family
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all

[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

[Jay-Z
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
featuring Teflon and Jay Z 



Lil' Fame: 



Seventy five 

Raised on a strip called here brotha hill 

Where guns pop and cops get
my a** dead broke like Jay-Z
Or put a hundred grand on every n**** head that play me
See, I'm cool with them Hatian mob n****z
Tu say sapa say
[Jay Z] 
I keep it fresher than the next bitch 
No need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch 
... With speed I make the best bitch see
Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right

[Jay-Z]
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
+So Fresh and So Clean+
Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof off
Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof off
Dolly Parton
    On The Floor Lyrics
    by Jennifer Lopez
    Moon And The Sky Lyrics
    by Jay-Z
    Trip To Your Heart Lyrics
    by Britney
lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do
with a dime, motherfuckers 
[Jay-Z] 
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster 
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers 
Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith
Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right

[Jay-Z]
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
+So Fresh and So Clean+
Smalls and 2Pac, left for dead
Innocent bystanders, left for dead
Big L, Jam Master Jay, left for dead
The whole hip-hop culture, left for dead (oh, my,
when they locked that man up
Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning
Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning
The President is Bush,