Nas - Dead Presidents II lyrics

[Produced by Ski Beatz] [Hook: Nas] 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 (f**in') 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 d**h of us: me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all n***as 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 k** me Spill 3 quarts of my blood into the street Let alone the heat f** em, they hate a n***a loving this life In all possible ways, just 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 n***as 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 Three 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 Partner, I'm still spending money from '88 [Hook] [Verse 2] I'll make you and your wack 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 n***as 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 trilliant 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, 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 sh** is perfected From chips to chicks to strippin' a Lexus Naked without your gun, we taking everything you brung We cakin', you n***as 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