Lyrics:
to remove doubts and
Think about it, there's two sculptors named Gutzon and Lincoln
Who carved dead president heads
Who got paid dead president heads by
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
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
pie
Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me
Bottom line
[Chorus 2: Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat
want to ever get away with murder
All you got to do is shoot someone in the head
Look at all these dead rappers man
Biggie Smalls Jam Master Jay 2
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
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+
took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs
lunchbox
Take you to school
Eat you at lunchtime and nickname you food
The system is fucked up, what we gonna do?
I'm going to call on them Dead
Presidents
Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
But it's president (Georgia) Bush
[Repeat: x2]
We from a town where
spiritual help from Jaz and Jay Z
Standin in awe, you saw the best of em all
The rest will fall
Requestin for more, jaws stuck on the floor
These lyrics I
young Billy wanna be the next Jay Z
You better fight with us if you wanna be part of this culture
You wanna live like Pablo but you've never been
fill my shoes
They rather write ones or twos
And for that they needed a zoot
That's crazy
I'm feeling lazy
But still I'm tryna be Jay z
Hip hops in my
wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when you're dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
I ain't goin' to war for a shit
and mortages on houses)
We straight banksta'z (we add and multiply cash by the thousands)
[Prodigal Sunzini]
We bank up with money bags and bring trucks
confiar em quem...
Referência
Jay-z – Dead Presidents
the residence
Looking like a dead president
Nothing to resent
Figure it out no hints
Call me james earl cash
I'm hunting this man
Looking around for a plan
Use
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
could make some sense
My two party alliance might have looked smaller than everyone's, making you think I'm short of horse sense
But trust me, my running
still after me, brrt, brrt, brrt
See, I was payin' homage to Hov, I could never diss JAY-Z
Y'all know me better than that, I got real street beefs
just spit it off the dome
That pen and pad my enemies
We don't get along
I'm like Hova, when he was Jay-Z
I'm big in his prime, it's poetry
Bigger than
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
Fuck President (Georgia) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cause if a nigga still movin' then he holdin' it down
I had two Jags, but I lost
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