เนื้อเพลง Dead Presidents I - Jay-Z

[Intro (Nas sample)]
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 f*ckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)

[Jay-Z]
Well I always spit that, wonderama sh*t, me and my conglomerate
shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest sh*t
Live out my dreams, until my heart give out
Involved with cream, you know exactly what this sh*t's about
F*ck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen I dish out
like the point guard off your favorite team without doubt
My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
My mind was fine until the dough hit it and told me that the mo' did it
And now it's kosher sh*t is so acidic
I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no b*tches
Watch how I'm walkin cause even the thoroughest n*ggas be knockin
tryin to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned
Sh*t I'm involved with got me pins and needles
And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil thoughts that this martyr feed you
Feedback, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya
Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that?
Got the city drinkin' Crystals, re'up the fee
Rappers goin' broke, tryin to keep up with me
My rise to riches surprised the b*tches - think harder
You know this n*gga, Jay-Z; Shawn Carter
G.S. the f*ck up, dree-ess the f*ck up
Watch me shine like a bright, lemme gets the f*ck up
All rhymers forget it like Alzhiemers
Small timers, I said it, I'm addressin all dramas
Talk to me

[Chorus (Nas sample) 2x]
I'm out for 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 f*ckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)

[Jay-Z]
So sick of n*ggas, I want money like Cosby who wouldn't?
This' the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'
N*ggas got them kinda dreams from Jet
You in the streets n*gga make your moves, get your mil'
N*ggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail
N*ggas'll, roast a L but, scared to throw your toast, well
I'm here to tell n*ggas it ain't all swell
there's heaven, then there's hell n*ggas
One day your cruisin in your 7 next day your sweatin forgettin your lies
Alibis ain't matchin up, bullsh*t catchin up
Hit with the rico, they repo your vehico'
Everything was all good just a week ago
'Bout to start b*tchin' ain't you? Ready to start snitchin' ain't you?
I'll forgive your weak ass, hustlin' just ain't you
Aside from the fast cars; honey's that shake they
ass at bars you know you wouldn't be involved
with the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers
East coast bodiers, west coast cap peelers
Little monkey n*ggas turn gorillas
Stopped in the station; filled up on octane
and now they not sane and not playin' that goes without sayin'
Slayin' day in and day out with money playin' and then they play you out
Tryin' to escape my own mind, lurkin' the enemy
Representin' infinite with presidencies, you know?

[Bridge (Nas sample)]
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)
Dead f*ckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)

[Chorus x2]