Dead Presidents, Pt. 2 [New Lyrics]

[Chorus] "Presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose)" Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all The saga continues Ah, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin' this life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin', this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get back That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process And I ain't got nothin' but time I had near brushes, not to mention three shots Close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin' Mai-Tai's, with Ty Ty Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Partner, I'm still spendin' money from eighty-eight what? [Chorus] Geyeah, know what? I'll make.. You and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me Like white crystals, I gross the most At the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to The dead presidential, canidate With the sprinkles and the presidential, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime fleas my mind All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin' brilliant I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in Long as the villain win I spend Japan yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin' J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin' I got a good life man, pounds and pence 'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swinging for the fence Dead Presidents, ya know [Chorus] Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough Mic machete'd your flow, your paper falls slow Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's To change your life huh, roll with the winners Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected From chips to chicks just strip in a Lexus Make it without your gun, we takin' everything you brung We cake and you niggas is fake and we gettin' it done Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual Blaow! "Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose)" "Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose)" "Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose)" "Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me (Whose)" [Chorus: x2]