Dead Presidents II

Dead Presidents II

Who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers

Stack jettas forever, live treacherous all the etceteras

To the death of us, me and my confidants

Ya shine, ya feel the ombiants, ya'll niggas just rhyme

By the ounce doe accumulates like snow

We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show

Ya 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 his life

In all possible ways, know the feds is buggin my life

I spent all days reflecting 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 niggas faithfully

Murder is a tough thing to die, just

It's a slow process, and I ain't got nothing but time

I had near brushes, not to mention three shots close range never touched me

Divine Intervision can't stop I, from drinkin my ties with ty ty

Down in Nevada, ha ha, bye bye

Word Life, I dabbled in crazy weight

Without rap, I was crazy straight

Potna, I'm still spendin money from '88

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Know what, I'll make you and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like Monopoly, advance you copy me
Like white crystal I gross the most in the end of the fist full year
Than these niggas can wish to
The dead presidential
Canidate with the spankles and the presidental ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind
All sneak thieves and playa hatas can shine
But untill then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shining real yen
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villian win
I spend your pen yen to ten major events
Catch me in the joints, convince my iguanas is biting
J-A-Y hyphen, controling, manipulating
And I got a good life man, pounds and pence
Enough dollars make sense, while you ride the bitch
Catch me swinging for the Feds
Dead Presidents, ya know

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So be it, The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy doe
Mic machete's your flow, your paper falls slow like confetti
Mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five then if it blow, better believe I have eleven sixty to show
My doe flip like Tae-Kwon, Jay-Z The Icon
Baby, you like Don, make be this Cristal's to change your life on
Roll with the winners, heavy spenders like hit records: Rockefella
Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected
from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus
Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung
We cake and you niggas is fake and 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, Bla-ouw!

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