Dead Presidents (Part 1) * Sözleri

While others kick that wonderama shit

Me and my conglomerate

Shall remain anonymous

Caught up in the finest shit

Live out my dreams until my heart give out

Involving CREAM

You know exactly what the shits about

Fuck 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 till the dough hit it

And told me that the mo' did it

And now it's kosher shit is so acidic

I'll blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no bitches

Watch how I'm walkin cause even the thoroughest niggaz be narcin

Tryin to strike a bargain

Hopin that they might get pardoned

Shit I'm involved with

Got me pins and needles

In my cerebral be's the wickedest evil

Thoughts that this sport will feed you

Peep facts

In the game so deep

Fiends can catch a

Freeze off my knee cap

Can y'all believe that

Got the city drinkin Cristal

We upped the fee

Rappers going broke tryin to keep up wit me

My rise to riches surprised the bitches

Think harder

You know this nigga

Jay-Z Shawn Carter

G.S.ed the fuck up, Trieste the fuck up

Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the fuck up

All rhymers forget it like Alzheimers

Small timers I said it

I'm adressin all drama

Talk to me

So sick of niggaz

I want money like Cosby

Who wouldn't

It's this kind of talk that make me think

You probably ain't got no pudding

Niggaz got them kinda dreams from jail

You in the streets nigga

Make your move get your get your mil

Niggaz'll coast in the S.L. but can't post bail

Niggaz'll roast the L

But scared to throw your toast well

I'm here to tell niggaz it ain't all swell

It's heaven then its hell niggas

One day your cruisin in ya seven

Next day your sweatin forgettin your lies

Alibis ain't matchin up bullshit catchin up

Hit with the RICO they repo'd your vehicle

Everything was all good just a week ago

Bout to start bitchin ain't you

Ready to start snitchin ain't you

I forgive your weak ass hustlin just ain't you

Aside from the fast cars

Honeys 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 niggas turned 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 then they play you out

Tryin to escape my own mind

Lurkin the enemy

Representin infinity

With Presidencies you know