Lyrics:
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
Last call for alcohol
Last call for your freedom speech
Drink up, happy hour is now enforced by law
Don't forget our house special
It's called
Rest in Peace to all the dead presidents
In my pocket gotta couple dead presidents
Am da sovereign right here this the evidence
At the top just
and
Sit upon the overlook then
Forget about the troubles of the day
We will walk among the graves of
Men long dead with presidents' names and
Listen
where the bread be?
I see beef as dead meat
"Who that?" (Yes) The president, yeah, me, no one scare me
And you ain't gotta double-dare me, hear me?
Dead presidents. Bleeding America blue.
Side by side. One by one.
Your right hand man is sharpening his knives.
Dead presidents. Shocking you with
they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer
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
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
and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let's get it together, come on, let's make it
Gotta
on the block
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in America
Off the block and right in your area
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
Ha ha
Kixx, Bear, yeah, yeah, yeah
They want me dead, I know that shit
But I love me head, get them presidents
Nothin' better than them heads in pockets
spreadin' quicker
Than makin' paper airplanes out of a twenty, fuck money
I don't rap for dead presidents, I'd rather see the president
It's never been
White man just rulin'
The Niggas With Attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Y'all niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homies
Yella Boy's on your
they're strange and when they're dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the president trick of the tail
Now they ain't got a prayer
man
Contaminated in sad predicaments
Blood threats, blastin' continents
Kings, queens dead presidents
Can't tell me where my chiza went
Take em down
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
(Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead)
I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
Turn me over one by one let them kiss my ass
I see dead people
I see dead people
Pocket full of ego, big head people
One two three body count rising
Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead
I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead
I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!
Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you
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