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Dead Presidents (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dead Presidents (Jay-Z) · Dead Presidents, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Presidents of the United States of America: II (The Presidents of the United States of America) · The Presidents of the United States of America [3 Song Bonus CD] (The Presidents of the United States of America) · Presidents of the United States of America: II [Sony Mid-Price] (The Presidents of the United States of America) · The Presidents of the United States of America (The Presidents of the United States of America) · Presidents of the United States of America: Ten Year Super Bonus Special Anniversar (The Presidents of the United States of America) · Presidents of America (Rock Daddy Rock) · The Presidents of the United States of America (The Presidents of the United States of America) – and 90 other albums »


"Get money!"
"I'm out for dead *f***in* presidents to represent me (Whose)"

Rock, on, Roc-A-Fella y'all
The saga continues

Ahh, who wanna bet us
"Get money!"
"I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose)"

Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all
The saga continues

Ah, who wanna bet us
me to Drake
Could have been J Cole if I met J-Hov

(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip
and the city on my back
Grindin', you know where you can find me dead
President's homie cash, rule everything around me

I came from the bottom
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man, yeah, I ran
To HBO and stole
of your life is goin' up it ain't inflation
Incrimination, they got my picture at the station
Elimination, state to state we eatin' by this nation
Them
rodney king
We tore up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like j. cole and shoot at cops
In the same spot till the case closed, purge

We are dying,
are with me since kickstands
Most of them disappeared like quicksand
He don't know the kind they don't reach them
I'm talking dead presidents, nigga,
Violent J)
Oh my god! look at that turn it up please
Poor Nancy Kerrigan's sweet little knees
Somebody took a black thing and went thump
That's TEEERRRIBlE!
president for life
And by the minute I get more nice
I'm the J-E-R 
The M-A-I
N don't forget the E
And she go by the unforgettable name 
Of the B
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
president for life
And by the minute I get more nice
I'm the J-E-R 
The M-A-I
N don't forget the E
And she go by the unforgettable name 
Of the B
What makes you think I respect you?

[ VERSE 1: 3D ]
Hello Mr. President, residents of the White House, excuse me
I'd like to know, have you ever enjoyed
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
[Master P]

Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this 
(Yeah G) 
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
just an everyday hustle 

I'm too deep to quit 

cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits 

dead presidents 

still trying to make
jewels than dead presidents

The devil try to get me cross like a crucifix
But I am focused on the vultures
Like a loc of locusts 
New world order is
from the beginnin'
You know the suckers hand be hidden
 
Intense knocking your block with some sense
Pe got more jewels than dead presidents
Word to B.I.G. I'm in it for life, dead president for life
And by the minute I get more nice
I'm the J E R the M A I N don't forget the E
And she go by
Uh yeah Jones, uh

Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf
a hero in the lobby
Tryin to help the cracker, and fuck my hobby
But I'm seein em all and they carryin her back
The bitch was already dead by a six pack
unless we get violent

Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
Rollie face I'm 'bout to cop a Audemar
Top down on a bitch when I ride by, I feel like fuck the law
Got diamonds in my Rollie face I'm 'bout to cop
scientist, now I manifest with golden plaques
Felony paragraphs, dead on polygraph, vision a bloodpath
Black guillotines, banded like King Luis the 16th
Before
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,