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block he got his side sprayed up\nI saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback\nYo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back\nThat made him smile, though his eyes said \"Pray for me\"\nI'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully\n\nMurder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process\nAnd I ain't got nothing but time\nI had near brushes, not to mention\nThree shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention\nCan't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty\nDown in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life\nI dabbled in crazy weight\nWithout rap, I was crazy straight\nPartner, I'm still spending money from '88, what?\n\nPresidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me (Yeah, you know what?)\n\nI'll make, you and your wack mans, fold like bad hands\nRoll like Monopoly, advance\nYou're copping me like white crystal\nI gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to\nThe dead presidential candidate\nWith the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you\nIn due time when crime flees my mind\nAll sneak thieves and player haters can shine\n\nBut until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant\nI'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in\nLong as the villain win\nI spend Japan Yen, attend major events\nCatch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is biting\nJ-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'\nI got a good life man, pounds and pence\n'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench\nCatch me swingin' for the fence\nDead Presidents, ya know?\nUh-uh\n\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for dead f----n' presidents to 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don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?\n[00:30.08] Factions from the other side would love to kill me\n[00:32.44] Spill three quarts of my blood into the street\n[00:33.72] Let alone the heat\n[00:35.32] Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life\n[00:36.28] In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life\n[00:38.67] Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up\n[00:41.74] On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up\n[00:44.46] I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback\n[00:47.25] Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back\n[00:50.14] That made him smile, though his eyes said \"Pray for me\"\n[00:52.70] I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully\n[00:55.66] Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process\n[00:58.61] And I ain't got nothing but time\n[01:01.27] I had near brushes, not to mention\n[01:03.33] Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention\n[01:07.48] Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty\n[01:09.51] Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life\n[01:12.04] I dabbled in crazy weight\n[01:14.52] Without rap, I was crazy straight\n[01:15.61] Partner, I'm still spending money from '88, what?\n[01:18.06] Presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[01:20.06] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[01:22.55] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[01:25.31] I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me (Yeah, you know what?)\n[01:28.87] I'll make, you and your wack mans, fold like bad hands\n[01:31.32] Roll like Monopoly, advance\n[01:33.69] You're copping me like white crystal\n[01:35.43] I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to\n[01:39.72] The dead presidential candidate\n[01:42.27] With the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you\n[01:45.29] In due time when crime flees my mind\n[01:47.70] All sneak thieves and player haters can shine\n[01:50.71] But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant\n[01:54.72] I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in\n[01:57.52] Long as the villain win\n[01:59.60] I spend Japan Yen, attend major events\n[02:01.49] Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is biting\n[02:04.36] J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'\n[02:07.36] I got a good life man, pounds and pence\n[02:09.74] 'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench\n[02:12.21] Catch me swingin' for the fence\n[02:14.17] Dead Presidents, ya know?\n[02:15.42] Uh-uh\n[02:17.93] Dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[02:20.64] Dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[02:23.44] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[02:26.01] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[02:28.65] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[02:31.38] I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[02:34.33] So be it, the Soviet, the Unified steady flow\n[02:37.26] You already know, you light, I'm heavy, 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represent me\n[03:23.96] Dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[03:26.98] Dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[03:29.39] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:32.07] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:34.90] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:37.73] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:40.31] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:43.11] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:46.18] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:48.70] I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[03:50.78] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: DEAD PRESIDENTS\n  artist: jay-z\n  album: Dead Presidents\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Presidents to represent me (Get money)\n  start_ms: 3530\n  end_ms: 5040\n- text: I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n  start_ms: 5040\n  end_ms: 7040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 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money)\n[00:05.04] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[00:07.04] \n[00:09.05] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[00:10.51] I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[00:13.06] Who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?\n[00:15.68] Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras\n[00:19.86] To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine\n[00:21.79] You feel the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme\n[00:24.97] By the ounce, dough accumulates like snow\n[00:28.85] We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show, you feel me?\n[00:30.08] Factions from the other side would love to kill me\n[00:32.44] Spill three quarts of my blood into the street\n[00:33.72] Let alone the heat\n[00:35.32] Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life\n[00:36.28] In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life\n[00:38.67] Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up\n[00:41.74] On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed 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represent me (Yeah, you know what?)\n[01:28.87] I'll make, you and your wack mans, fold like bad hands\n[01:31.32] Roll like Monopoly, advance\n[01:33.69] You're copping me like white crystal\n[01:35.43] I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggas can wish to\n[01:39.72] The dead presidential candidate\n[01:42.27] With the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you\n[01:45.29] In due time when crime flees my mind\n[01:47.70] All sneak thieves and player haters can shine\n[01:50.71] But until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant\n[01:54.72] I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in\n[01:57.52] Long as the villain win\n[01:59.60] I spend Japan Yen, attend major events\n[02:01.49] Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is biting\n[02:04.36] J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'\n[02:07.36] I got a good life man, pounds and pence\n[02:09.74] 'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench\n[02:12.21] Catch me swingin' for the fence\n[02:14.17] Dead Presidents, ya know?\n[02:15.42] Uh-uh\n[02:17.93] Dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[02:20.64] Dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[02:23.44] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[02:26.01] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[02:28.65] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[02:31.38] I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[02:34.33] So be it, the Soviet, the Unified steady flow\n[02:37.26] You already know, you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough\n[02:40.05] Mic-macheted your flow\n[02:41.79] Your paper falls slow like confetti\n[02:43.62] Mines a steady grow, perico\n[02:45.56] Pay 580 for blow, better believe\n[02:47.77] I have 1160 to show, my dough flip like Tae-Kwon\n[02:51.05] Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom\n[02:53.86] Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh?\n[02:55.70] Roll with the winners\n[02:56.87] Heavy spinners like hit records, Roc-A-Fella\n[02:58.83] 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Handlin' since a teen, I dish out\nLike the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt\nMy life ain't rosy but I roll with it\n\nMy mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it\nAnd now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic\nI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches\nWatch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in\nTryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned\nShit I'm involved with got me pins and needles\n\nAnd my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you\nPeep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a\nFreeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that?\nGot the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee\nRappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me\nMy rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder\nYou know this nigga: Jay-Z, Shawn Carter\nG.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up\nWatch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up\nAll rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's\nSmall timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama\nTalk to me!\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n\nSo sick of niggas\n\"I want money like Cosby\" - who wouldn't?\nThis the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'\nNiggas got them kinda dreams from jail\nYou in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail\nNiggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail\nNiggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well\n\nI'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell\nThere's heaven, then there's hell, niggas\nOne day you're cruisin' in your seven, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies\nAlibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up\n\nHit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle\nEverything was all good just a week ago\n'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? 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Handlin' since a teen, I dish out\nLike the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt\nMy life ain't rosy but I roll with it\n\nMy mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it\nAnd now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic\nI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches\nWatch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in\nTryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned\nShit I'm involved with got me pins and needles\n\nAnd my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you\nPeep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a\nFreeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that?\nGot the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee\nRappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me\nMy rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder\nYou know this nigga: Jay-Z, Shawn Carter\nG.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up\nWatch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up\nAll rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's\nSmall timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama\nTalk to me!\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n\nSo sick of niggas\n\"I want money like Cosby\" - who wouldn't?\nThis the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'\nNiggas got them kinda dreams from jail\nYou in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail\nNiggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail\nNiggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well\n\nI'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell\nThere's heaven, then there's hell, niggas\nOne day you're cruisin' in your seven, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies\nAlibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up\n\nHit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle\nEverything was all good just a week ago\n'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? 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Handlin' since a teen, I dish out\nLike the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt\nMy life ain't rosy but I roll with it\n\nMy mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it\nAnd now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic\nI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches\nWatch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in\nTryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned\nShit I'm involved with got me pins and needles\n\nAnd my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you\nPeep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a\nFreeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that?\nGot the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee\nRappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me\nMy rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder\nYou know this nigga: Jay-Z, Shawn Carter\nG.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up\nWatch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up\nAll rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's\nSmall timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama\nTalk to me!\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n\nSo sick of niggas\n\"I want money like Cosby\" - who wouldn't?\nThis the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'\nNiggas got them kinda dreams from jail\nYou in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail\nNiggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail\nNiggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well\n\nI'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell\nThere's heaven, then there's hell, niggas\nOne day you're cruisin' in your seven, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies\nAlibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up\n\nHit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle\nEverything was all good just a week ago\n'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? 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Handlin' since a teen, I dish out\nLike the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt\nMy life ain't rosy but I roll with it\n\nMy mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it\nAnd now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic\nI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches\nWatch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in\nTryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned\nShit I'm involved with got me pins and needles\n\nAnd my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you\nPeep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a\nFreeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that?\nGot the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee\nRappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me\nMy rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder\nYou know this nigga: Jay-Z, Shawn Carter\nG.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up\nWatch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up\nAll rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's\nSmall timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama\nTalk to me!\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n\nSo sick of niggas\n\"I want money like Cosby\" - who wouldn't?\nThis the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'\nNiggas got them kinda dreams from jail\nYou in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail\nNiggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail\nNiggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well\n\nI'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell\nThere's heaven, then there's hell, niggas\nOne day you're cruisin' in your seven, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies\nAlibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up\n\nHit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle\nEverything was all good just a week ago\n'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? Ready to start snitchin', ain't you?\nI'll forgive your weak-ass: hustlin' just ain't you\nAside from the fast cars, honies that shake they ass at bars\nYou know you wouldn't be involved\nWith the underworld dealers, carriers of MAC-millers\nEast Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers\nLittle monkey niggas turn gorillas\nStopped in the station, filled up on octane, and now they not sane\n\nAnd not playin', that goes without sayin'\nSlayin' day in and day out, when money play in, then they play you out\nTryin' to escape my own mind, lurkin' the enemy\nRepresentin' infinity with presidencies, you know?\n\nDead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nDead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nDead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nDead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.85] Presidents to represent me (get money!)\n[00:02.83] I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\n[00:05.35] I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\n[00:07.41] I'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n[00:10.58] Rock on, Roc-A-Fella y'all\n[00:11.85] While others spit that Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerate\n[00:14.59] Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit\n[00:16.83] Live out my dreams until my heart give out\n[00:19.98] Involved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about\n[00:21.92] Fuck y'all mean? 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Handlin' since a teen, I dish out\nLike the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt\nMy life ain't rosy but I roll with it\n\nMy mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it\nAnd now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic\nI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches\nWatch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in\nTryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned\nShit I'm involved with got me pins and needles\n\nAnd my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you\nPeep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a\nFreeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that?\nGot the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee\nRappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me\nMy rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder\nYou know this nigga: Jay-Z, Shawn Carter\nG.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up\nWatch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up\nAll rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's\nSmall timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama\nTalk to me!\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n\nSo sick of niggas\n\"I want money like Cosby\" - who wouldn't?\nThis the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'\nNiggas got them kinda dreams from jail\nYou in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail\nNiggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail\nNiggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well\n\nI'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell\nThere's heaven, then there's hell, niggas\nOne day you're cruisin' in your seven, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies\nAlibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up\n\nHit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle\nEverything was all good just a week ago\n'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? 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from the other side would love to kill me\nSpill three quarts of my blood into the street\nLet alone the heat\n\nFuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life\nIn all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life\nHospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up\nOn the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up\nI saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback\nYo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back\nThat made him smile, though his eyes said \"Pray for me\"\nI'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully\n\nMurder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process\nAnd I ain't got nothing but time\nI had near brushes, not to mention\nThree shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention\nCan't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty\nDown in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life\nI dabbled in crazy weight\nWithout rap, I was crazy straight\nPartner, I'm still spending money from '88, what?\n\nPresidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for 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finest shit\nLive out my dreams until my heart give out\nInvolved with cream, you know exactly what this shit's about\nFuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen, I dish out\nLike the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt\nMy life ain't rosy but I roll with it\n\nMy mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it\nAnd now it's kosher, shit is so Hasidic\nI blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but, no bitches\nWatch how I'm walkin', 'cause even the thoroughest niggas be NARC'in\nTryin' to strike a bargain, hopin' that they might get pardoned\nShit I'm involved with got me pins and needles\n\nAnd my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil, thoughts that this sport'll feed you\nPeep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch a\nFreeze off my kneecap, can y'all believe that?\nGot the city drinkin' Cristals, re-up the fee\nRappers goin' broke tryin' to keep up with me\nMy rise to riches surprised the bitches: think harder\nYou know this nigga: Jay-Z, Shawn Carter\nG.S. the fuck up, dree-ess the fuck up\nWatch me shine like a Breitling, Breguets the fuck up\nAll rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's\nSmall timers, I said it, I'm addressin' all drama\nTalk to me!\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)\nI'm out for dead - presidents to represent me (whose...)\n\nSo sick of niggas\n\"I want money like Cosby\" - who wouldn't?\nThis the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'\nNiggas got them kinda dreams from jail\nYou in the streets, nigga, make your moves, get your mail\nNiggas'll coast in the SL but can't post bail\nNiggas'll roast a L, but scared to throw your toast, well\n\nI'm here to tell niggas it ain't all swell\nThere's heaven, then there's hell, niggas\nOne day you're cruisin' in your seven, next day, you're sweatin', forgettin' your lies\nAlibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up\n\nHit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle\nEverything was all good just a week ago\n'Bout to start bitchin', ain't you? 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presidential candidate\nWith the sprinkles and the Presidential, ice that'll offend you\nIn due time when crime flees my mind\nAll sneak thieves and player haters can shine\n\nBut until then, I keep the trilliant cut diamonds shinin' brilliant\nI'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in\nLong as the villain win\nI spend Japan Yen, attend major events\nCatch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is biting\nJ-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin'\nI got a good life man, pounds and pence\n'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench\nCatch me swingin' for the fence\nDead Presidents, ya know?\nUh-uh\n\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n\nSo be it, the Soviet, the Unified steady flow\nYou already know, you light, I'm 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presidents to represent me\n[03:28.87] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:31.57] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:34.11] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:36.99] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:39.85] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:42.72] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:45.33] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[03:48.01] I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[03:51.05] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dead Presidents II\n  artist: B01. 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Fuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life\n[00:35.45] In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life\n[00:38.43] Hospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up\n[00:40.94] On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up\n[00:43.90] I saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback\n[00:46.39] Yo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back\n[00:49.34] That made him smile, though his eyes said \"Pray for me\"\n[00:51.99] I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully\n[00:54.93] Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process\n[00:58.78] And I ain't got nothing but time\n[01:00.31] I had near brushes, not to mention\n[01:02.36] Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention\n[01:05.95] Can't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty\n[01:08.56] Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life\n[01:11.32] I dabbled in crazy weight\n[01:12.76] Without rap, I was crazy straight\n[01:14.84] Partner, I'm still spending money from '88, 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the other side would love to kill me\nSpill three quarts of my blood into the street\nLet alone the heat\n\nFuck 'em, they hate a nigga loving his life\nIn all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin' my life\nHospital days, reflectin' when my man laid up\nOn the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up\nI saw his life slippin', this is a minor setback\nYo, still in all we livin', just dream about the get-back\nThat made him smile, though his eyes said \"Pray for me\"\nI'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully\n\nMurder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process\nAnd I ain't got nothing but time\nI had near brushes, not to mention\nThree shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention\nCan't stop I, from drinking Mai-Tai's, with Ty-Ty\nDown in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life\nI dabbled in crazy weight\nWithout rap, I was crazy straight\nPartner, I'm still spending money from '88, what?\n\nPresidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to 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MTV\nI empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure\nDead presidentials, politics as usual, blaow\n\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\nDead f----n' presidents to represent me\n\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\nI'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.53] Presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[00:05.04] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[00:07.04] \n[00:09.05] I'm out for presidents to represent me (Get money)\n[00:10.51] I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me\n[00:13.06] Who wanna bet us that we don't 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