Jay-z - Dead Presidents lyrics

[Produced by Ski Beatz] [Hook: Nas] 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: Jay-Z] While others spit that Wonderama sh**, me and my conglomerate Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest sh** Live out my dreams until my heart give out Involved with cream, you know exactly what this sh**'s about f** y'all mean? Handling since a teen, I dish out Like the point guard off your favorite team, without doubt My life ain't rosy but I roll with it My mind was fine 'til the dough hit it and told me that the Mo' did it And now it's kosher, sh** is so Hasidic I blow a digit on a diamond in a minute but no b**hes Watch how I'm walking cause even the thoroughest n***as be narkin' Tryin' to strike a bargain hoping that they might get pardoned sh** I'm involved with got me pins and needles And my cerebral breeds the wickedest evil thoughts that this sport'll feed you Peep facts, in the game so deep fiends could catch ya Freeze off my knee cap, can y'all believe that? Got the city drinking Cristals, re-up the fee Rappers going broke, tryin' to keep up with me My rise to riches surprised the b**hes: think harder You know this n***a, Jay-Z, Shawn Carter G.S. the f** up, dress the f** up Watch me shine like a Breitling, begets the f** up All rhymers forget it like Alzheimer's Small timers, I said it, I'm addressing all dramas Talk to me [Hook] [Verse 2: Jay-Z] So sick of n***as, "I want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?) This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin' n***as got them kinda dreams from Jay You in the streets, n***a, make your moves, get your mill n***as'll coast in the SL but can't post bail n***as'll roast a L but scared to throw your toast, well I'm here to tell n***as it ain't all swell There's heaven, and then there's hell n***as One day you're cruising in your 7, next day you're sweating, forgetting your lies Alibis ain't matching up, bullsh** catching up Hit with the RICO, they repo your vehicle Everything was all good just a week ago 'Bout to start b**hing ain't you? Ready to start snitching ain't you? I'll forgive your weak a**; hustling just ain't you Aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they a** at bars You know you wouldn't be involved With the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millers East Coast bodiers, West Coast cap-peelers Little monkey n***as turn gorillas Stopped at the station, filled up on octane And now they not sane and not playing, that goes without saying Slaying day in and day out with money playing, then they play you out Trying to escape my own mind, lurking the enemy Representing infinity with presidencies, you know? [Bridge x4: Nas] Dead f**in' presidents to represent me [Hook]