Chorus: "Presidents to represent me" > Nas "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
Rock... on Roc A Fella y'all The saga continues
Ahh who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers 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 niggaz 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, we hate a nigga lovin this life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital days, 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 set back 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 niggaz 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 Ta Ta Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
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Geyeah, know what? I'll make.. You and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me
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