Here is Jay Z “Dead President” lyrics. Watch and read below.
Jay-Z
“Dead President”
[Hook: Nas]
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
[Verse 1]
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’ this life
In all possible ways, just know the feds is buggin’ my life
Hospital dazed, 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
[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 {fuckin’} presidents to represent me
[Verse 2]
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 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 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
Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench
Catch me swingin’ for the fence
Dead Presidents, ya know?
[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 {fuckin’} presidents to represent me
[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
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!
[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 {fuckin’} presidents to represent me
