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[Hook - Nas]
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin'
presidents to represent me

[Verse 1]
Who wanna bet us that we don't touch
lettuce
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 3 quarts
of my blood into the street
Let alone the heat
Fuck em, they hate a nigga loving this
life
In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life
Hospital dazed, reflecting
when my man laid up
On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life
slipping, this is a minor setback
Yo, still in all we living, 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 nothing but time
I had near brushes, not to mention
3
shots close range, never touched me, divine intervention
Can't stop I, from drinking
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
Partna, I'm still spending money from '88
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I'll make you and your whack mans
Fold
like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly: advance
You're copping me like white crystal I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to
The dead
presidential candidate
With the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime flees my mind
All sneak thieves and player haters can shine But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shining 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 biting
J-A-Y hyphen,
controlling, manipulating
I got a good life man, pounds and pence
Nuff dollars make
sense, while you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya
know?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So be it, the Soviet, the Unified steady
flow
You already know: you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough
Mic-macheted your
flow
Your paper falls slow like confetti
Mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay
580 for blow, better believe
I have 1160 to show, my dough flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z
The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristals'll
Change your life, huh? Roll with the
winners
Heavy spinners like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit
is perfected
From chips to chicks just driving a Lexus
Naked without your gun, we
taking everything you brung
We cakin' you niggas is fakin', we getting 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

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Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

Songwriters: CARTER, SHAWN C/PHILLIPS, PETER O/JONES, NASIR