Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Ahh, 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 three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga lovin' his 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 setback
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 '88, what?

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Yeah, know what?
I'll make, you and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance
You're coppin' me like white crystal
I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas could 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 trilliant 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 swingin' for the fence
Dead presidents, ya know? Uh-huh

Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

Yeah, 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, mine's a steady grow, perico
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 to strippin' a Lexus
Naked without your gun, we takin' everything you brung
We cakin', you niggas is fakin', 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
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me

I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me


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Dead Presidents II Lyrics as written by David Anthony Willis Lonnie Liston Smith

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    General Commentone of his best ever
    frankie ginoon January 28, 2005   Link
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    General CommentNo one's commented.... This is old school Jay-Z at his best. Reasonable Doubt is his best Album besides The Black Album. His rhyming back then seems fresher than it does now. Guess it's because he was hungry at the time and now he can do whatever he wants.
    Hee-Haw19on July 23, 2006   Link
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    General CommentOne of his best. The beat and flow really just bring this song to life. I believe it's about how Jay doesn't care about the naysayers and is ( was) out to prove his worth through album sales, money ( dead presidents).
    postmortembellaon July 24, 2006   Link
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    General Commentamazing song ^^
    iWin4Prepon August 11, 2006   Link
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    General Commentone of his best quotes !! in my opinion "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 niggaz faithfully"
    NovaDioron August 02, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThe rhyme schemes on this particular song and album are incredible!
    dohhsquadon September 21, 2012   Link

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