The Network - Presidential lyrics

San Quinn: Yeah yeah It's 1998 b**h, the beginning of a new era Presidential records the network you better peep it It's Frisco sh** Group Chorus Inro: We do or die for this sh** ride for this clique Presidential We do or die for the sh** ride for this clique Brothers with the gold dentures Verse 1: Messy Marv: A turf nominee in the ghetto star Grammy's Thug celebrity in these California alleys A living legacy on the corners up in Cali Remember me you might have seen me at the banny's You heard of me from New Orleans to Miami Memphis, Tennessee, KC to Silicon Valley Put me in your Mally I knock a chip off your candy From the O's up to Mac Block pa** wild eyes by the Valley Up through Page Street N-E-T I be the M-E double S-Y I'm so fly, my-my-my I do or die for this sh** ride for this sh** The presidential sh**, beyatch Verse 2: Sky Balla: Coppin coke from Colombians 11 for ki wrapped tight a thousand grams So I calculate my profit and my pockets fat Been a ballin young n***a ever since way back As I play my position counting benjamins I'm a fly rich gentlemen living elegant I'm bout my fetti I used to be a straight up fool Hit the gambling shack everyday after school I used to shake em and then I break em Stackin my paper in the game Don't nothing change but the playaz But now I peep the streets cuz they watching I lay low money I'm clockin Verse 3: Million dollar sh** me and my clique we drop lugs The network you know that we live we all thugs Billion dollar voices black Rolls Royces and Benzos We send hoes cover our pimping with tight flows Nobody knows what really goes on in Fillmoe Diamonds and fine b**hes we be running the show Infatuated with dope, good cot and sports cars Solid gold grill with the open face top bars We all stars and ghetto celebs who pull licks Me and diamond grill d we get Mexicans for kicks Street politics locking it down state to state Give us g's plus a motherf**in platinum plate Verse 4: Well n***a one snitch and two and three f** four And run to the five six seven and got eight but a nina roll You shoulda known it'd be tension when you f**in With some soldiers window jackin revenge He was ripping off the dojia I done told ya there's some money hungry savages Up in these streets and a dirty n***a a do anything To make his end's meet Trying to survive playing these inner city games And since it ain't no rules keep one in the chamber mayne Kicking philosophies like Socrates Puttin it your face step into the kitchen so you can get a taste But this sh** was a bit too hot You shouldn't have ever touched the pot Gotta feed em 16 shots with the beam of my Glock It don't stop setting up shop For me and my comrades hit the block Hit the drop h8-6 Jag I see them jealous eyes So I got to get that techno any damn thing For my motherf**ing come up Verse 5: You know we comin with that live sh** We arrive with I organize with down and an*lyze it My plots to rob em still conniving with n***as I mob with For years cops try to sabotage my peers criminal careers That's how we live in the Western Addition My coalition be the best in the business plus relentless I'm successful livin up to the image In a 4-2-zero windows tinted on twenty inches Some live sh** you'd be surprised what I survived That's why thug n***as and k**as is all I ride wit It's my clique and we be on some do or die sh** We hide hits stack chips Verse 6: I'm trying to live major nice Believe me man I done paid the price Suffered from my share of them sleepless nights Crapped out on life like hittin three on the dice No steak on my plate just beans and rice Running from the vice trying to flip some ice Down on my luck trying to block the heist So much sh** I had to sacrifice Growing up in the Bay Area Where wrong is right and we carry a Gat for the night just as well as the day I didn't make it that way but that's the way of the Bay You'd be a fool if you think the whole Sco is gay Cuz it's full of n***as like me after pay Playaz pimping hoes selling O's of yay Comin up with new hustles everyday That's everyday Verse 7: San Quinn: This is double I never bubble just enough to get by Constantly hustle stay outta trouble so I get high n***as trying to flip pies I'm invested in our corporation Presidential elected the illest across the nation Rejected the s**as with they false [?] Wishing me bad luck hating instead of congratulating Hoe saving that's incurring upon my payment These hoes remain hookers to money it's not adjacent We goin places me and my 20 network n***as Promotional tours we bustin who*es in Richmond, Virginia Vaginas get manip to whip cot on the pharoah Only enough to flip a hundred fix and 98' Camaros This is street politics heat and hollow tips The sh** we don't condone living up in my premises