Lyrics:
does Eleanor
But we won't be safe till everybody's dead""
When my poor old mother died I was sitting by her side
A-promising to war I'd never go
But now
we went and swiped some seats
Dead presidents the only ones I like to meet
Jackson Ben and Grant my peoples they all tight with me
If she by my side
dead presidents on a new Rollie
It's bling bling with all these chains and these watches, nigga
All them dead bodies got the feds watching, nigga
Bow Your Head
By Peralta
Chorus- Bow your head the presidents dead
First Ladies white dress is covered in red
They said he went to heaven
But he
mothafucking residence
While you out bringin me back the dead presidents
(Pimpin', Pimpin', Pimpin')
You can say that I got you
I do it cause I have to, plus
you hear
Is the whispers of doom
Niggas scared
They don't want to see me head on
Think of all the busters
That I had to leave dead and gone
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
see me coming
Huh
Got to get it by any means that's how I'm living
Yeah
Dead presidents
Green and blue notes is what I'm getting at
I was trying to put
[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
fingerprints
Chris Tucker, Larenz Tate, Dead Presidents
Dead white boys spread across
The coffee table
I don't know maybe I'll start
Me up a record label
Fuck it
money) i'm out for dead fuckin
Presidents to represent me (Whose)
I made my first tape to show what I was on
I’m just tryna show these kids they
Can be
Never do I got to pretend until the end
Some people going act like they got you still ain't no friend
Enough about these dead presidents I need
alert, be aware
Now it's time to attack them
With stones and fire against the armored maggots
Hey, President, dead or alive, you're wanted
We're
us to make it
Everything that we possess
We had to fight and take it
I think the president is smokin' weed, bumpin' this beat
Makin' a livin' out
'em beg and plead
I'm in the pocket of mafia crime lords and presidents
Without me, they'll evict you from your residence
Hov wrote about me on Dead
And the presidents picked
By the bankers who lend
All that money you spend
And I said cool it baby
Cool it baby
I said cool it baby
Cool it baby
There’s a war
that
The big drive-by never happened here
but every boy is dead
or locked up
the big drive-by never happened here
but everybody’s dead
chris
victims will cower
Poison gas
Fills your lungs
Then you know
You are done
Presidents are war whores
Dropping bombs overhead
Soon you will be dead
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
up ya people nigga
Don't call Pharocon to squash it
Better yet call the sheriff
And the coroner's office
Tell 'em there's a dead body
In
(Chorus)
Fax ran it back like a quarter back
Sack I just walked in with plenty bags
Fax I'm touching places like the president
I need dead faces
clandestine you rest
Like a second term president and I go
Destined to keep the crayon close
And guess until my name goes red,
At whose dead half daughters
of the dead
People oppressed by miracles they need
Unopposed so long
Who could ever win
Against the world's only power corporation
From Mother's eyes
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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