Lyrics:
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
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
head like a tutor
Broke ass boy got Girbaud jeans
Mix my Sprite with some codeine
Dead presidents, no fourteen
I'm just all about the Benjamins, baby
wait for the action
Yay yay
All this rice all this water
Got me mother fuckin blinded by the light
Bad bitches wanna fuck all night on sight
Two dikes
embarrassin' yourself when you in a public settin', Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain't go to your weddin', Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what's next, Ye, ass
never'll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead, or in jail
And I ain't really got much, but I'm up on cats
And Kiss don't just spit, I
We turn this bitch into SOCOM 2
I'm the best rapper alive, Lil Wayne's migraine
Jay-Z's headache, touchin what the lead ain't
Motherfuck your feelings,
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
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
On me
I ride around the city president cause I don't like to be seen
Dead presidents on me
I want my name on the holly wood street
I Want every body
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
tricks, when I fix the remix
I twist this disc with emphasis, since
dead presidents took residence, from dollars and cents
I got pull like Magneto
never'll fail
Live by the three rules you make it, or be dead, or in jail
And I ain't really got much, but I'm up on cats
And Kiss don't just spit, I
to make it better
But a nigga ain't God and I can't control the weather
Whatever it may be rain sleet or snow
Whether a nigga gotta rob a spit bars at Jay Z
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
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,
Philly
R kelly is a child molester
Who had beef with Jay-Z
Shit it makes sense why he
Wanted all those Young Gunz
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it
get up and do your thing
Jay z got a billy and Jordan got all rings
They only thing stopping you is not doing your thing
Hold it down for you city when
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
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