Lyrics:
system to recover (To recover)
Keep my dead presidents real close, now they brothers (Now they brothers)
If you get in the way of the motion nigga, know
I'm seeing dead, I need presidents
I'm a brick boy original, been in my element
Talk to the devil, but Heaven sent
Niggas who wolf on the net be
pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your
can make me move is dead presidents (ay)
Lil' nigga droppin' swag all over your television (uh)
I like her 'cause when we first met, she act sadity
sounding stupid
Other rappers are now pensioners
Others quited when i was still a rookie
Reincarnating all the dead presidents
Till my money starts to talk
the dollars sweat for the cents
All when you live for the dead presidents
Verse 2:
You can judge society by who they forgive
By who they let die and by who
besoin,
J'fais des journées de zinzin,
Fuck un médecin faut qu'on vive juste,
Le temps qu'on dead ça,
Le clip sort on communiquera,
Si ça perce pas
or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal
need Benjamins
And my Balmain's
Is dead presidents
Ball like twenty-three
Smoke you like some weed
No you can't compete
You not in my league
I've been
too. I can show u what a dead president do. Make u chase a whole bunch of presidents too. Don’t forget the importance of precedents too. That leaves
many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't complain, a n**** live to die in da
brain
I'll be gone in my section, forget all the measurements
Load up a backwood and smoke with dead presidents
I wanna run it back, bag up a hundred
dead presidents
I got witches all on me
They're confessing their sins
Bodies around me are burning so bright
Say hi to my knife in the dead of the night
[Featuring Master P]
Master P:
Yo see
I'd like to mourn the dead (Kevin Miller)
And acknowledge the livin'
Know like they say
You can
It’s evident I need dead
President's the city slicker
Jersey jigger feel my
Residence touch evidence
Fell the change in the weather
Flight ticket
outta this joint.
Woman: Frankie, when they get here wer're gonna be dead, I know we are! We don't have agun!
Frankie: Listen. We got three million...
Back when Eisenhower was the President
Golf courses was where most of
His time was spent
So I never really listened to
What the President said
résident, blédard bucolique
Rien d'évident, mon Président s'appelle "Nicolas Berlusconi"
Ça nous méprise, guette la moindre anomalie
Et si les jaloux
a special
Word from the President of America
Obama Impression my fellow Americans
I have, uh, some shit to tell you
I know one president getting
Some anal
break bread with everybody why they envy me
Stay with the presidents on me like we in D.C
They in my pockets, brought them from the dead to D.
-E-T
My
the homeless underfed
Sue the pharmaceutical off the meds
Leavin' people left for dead
Lookin' back 80 years instead
Simply blamed it on the reds
Pay close
it's beef
Out here in these streets
Everybody tryna eat off the same plate
Dead presidents, we want the same face
And to think, me and the president
Where I come from I'm wanted dead by many men (Cut)
Pour that mud up I'll tell you how it all began (Slatt)
Bitch I'm so up countin' dead presidents (Go)
of domestic terrorists including babies and children.
There is a photo of a firefighter clutching on to a dead baby, Baylee Almon who just celebrated her one
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