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bitch she soaking wet
All of my bitches be heaven-sent
I got money, I got evident
My best friend a dead president
My best friend a dead president (He is)

I want my name on a chain
I want cash in the bank
I wanna throw dead presidents all across the stage
I wanna get stupid with the guap and then we'll

intricate
We be chilling worldwide in the net
Yea you slime, but we spiders instead
It’s real easy to get stuck in the web
Only presidents I like are dead

dollars wit lot of president heads
I been gettin sum ugh
Gettin gettin that dead
I been gettin, and gettin, gettin that bread
These bum niggas ain't eatin'

Steph Curry from the 3, I just make it wet
Boy you playing checkers, over here we playing chess
Working for them stupid racks I need dead presidents

tense (Aarrghh)
Dead presidents I'm always chasing caskets
Dead presidents, obituaries of Franklins (Dead presidents)
Shoot my shots, swear I'm always

just drinking by your side now
Several familiar faces in this crowd

You come back up feeling fine
There's a couple dead presidents still alive
You rally

And since all those old girls left us
They can't stop you
Open up a bottle of Ace and Vod too
Counting Dead presidents
They can't stop you
Ever since

it ain't a dead president then I ain't chasing it
Don't claim me as a body, super quick to go erase a dick
They love me so much they can't help but

Gator what it do
Heron residue
In ya residence
Niggas dying bout
Dead presidents
I ain't sparing shit
Up da weapon quick
Where the evidence

Fuck

Pull up
Run a man down in an all white Benz
Pull up cocaine powder whip run a man down in an all white Benz
Dead presidents hit my line aye we talk

on if you think you can hang
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my

Mr. President

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

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

Fuck a War

Geto Boys

We Can't Be Stopped

1991

foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said

We're all our brother's keeper
Life can be deep but i guarantee it can get deeper
Like getting stopped by the babbies and getting stripped out your

to pain
Violence glorified to me on the T.V. screen
When my life is wasted, you will see how stupid by the trail of the dead
I know I can't destroy all

Ike was five-ten and a half, more, on his tippy-toes
Cleveland and Wilson reached five feet 11, a dead heat
Taft, Nixon, Hoover, and Bush II, by a half

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by

diggity no doubt
It's the plays that pays no doubt
But I'm not out for presidents to represent me
Say what?
I'm out for dead presidents 
Dead Prez
Not your

swing low by me, sweet chariot
I'm back from the dead, and I ain't talking 'bout Revenant
Apex predator
Peep the intelligence
Hopping the Wraith, counting

a sponsor by red bull and flex that I got wings
I gotta get a Rolex, I want it
A car that is foreign, I want it
A house in the hills, I want it
Dead

watch the dead presidents blow
They do it for the money
For the tricks and the hoes, the cars and the condos, everybody knows
Only for the money
And no

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

Bin Laden

Immortal Technique

Bin Laden

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