Dead Presidents II Ringtones

Presidents to represent me (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 f----n' presidents to represent me 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 loving his 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 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 nothing but time I had near brushes, not to mention Three shots, close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinking 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 spending money from '88, what? Presidents to represent me (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 f----n' presidents to represent me (Yeah, you know what?) I'll make, you and your wack mans, fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, advance You're copping 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 biting J-A-Y hyphen, controllin', manipulatin' I got a good life man, pounds and pence 'Nough dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swingin' for the fence Dead Presidents, ya know? Uh-uh Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (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 f----n' presidents to represent me 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 Mines 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 taking everything you brung We cakin', you niggas is fakin', we getting 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 Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me Dead f----n' presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (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 presidents to represent me (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 presidents to represent me (Get money) I'm out for dead f----n' presidents to represent me

Dead Presidents III, Not to be confused with Growing Pains III Logic this logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack Logic just don't give a fuck, Rattpack So many people think that rap is they calling, stop it just cease Got-a-ca-peashe this is my house you fuckers just lease Waitin' on a record deal that's never cumming like a priest Black and white like a nun These up-and-comers our sun Like the break of dawn So follow your father like an apostle paint pictures like a Picasso while bitches uncover my fossil Never knowin' what's gon' follow However we never wallow in our sorrow Just pray for tomorrow At times my heart could be hallow Emotions forced to be swallowed While neighborhood cats blast star gas like the apollo This is just a simple reminder as my lyrics force you to ponder Life's a bitch and I heard she'll fuck you so I'm trying to find her One moment she'll love you then swallow you whole like an anaconda The bitch is kinky, kind of So with the lift of a pinky I'mma Dominate the world like my name was brain Spit flame like propane Bitches I overcame you know the name Ink in my veins, inflames, and spew on the page, to numb the pain like Novocain, muthafucker I'm out for presidents to represent me (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 fucking presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (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 fucking presidents to represent me Allow me to kill it off the brink like no traffic Murderin' every demographic Paint a picture using only blood to make sure that it's graphic Rip the mic to set the example While all these muthafuckers testin my patience like blood samples Constant thoughts of suicide, Where living in an era that's do or die Society expects us to fail, I'm talking about you and I But we persevere force fear enemies saying "we want nothing but peace and if not we leave em deceased" In your central nervous system like heroine reppin' Maryland to the fullest Bustin like bullets that travel through chambers that are ignited by triggers don't pull it I go from point A to point B by keeping it G Ain't no killer but don't push me If you grab the heat you a pussy Buckle up and tell me how you feel, forget the steal I have not a single enemy Only evil entities that have some how befriended me, In they mind Cuz I am just a mortal man of peace that can rhyme And when it comes to dame's I catch plane's They catch feelins Haters keep my name in they mouth like villains High as the ceiling Ya'll really don't know who your dealing with now Visions of livin' until my flesh is perished and my spirit is risen I'm thankful for every breath I'm given Fuck social division On the road to success and there ain't no time for collision People ask "how you get your flow so amazing" To which I reply "I have yet to scratch the surface like abrasions" Haters taken shots but I never graze 'em Now if pro is the opposite of con What's the opposite of pro-gress I love my country but that shit a mess Grew up on sex and they that I can attest And how they wonder why I claim that I'm the fucking best I'm out for presidents to represent me (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 fucking presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me (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 fucking presidents to represent me Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it Now run it back and retrieve it Till you receive it in your motherfuckin mind Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99 Back in 1999 that's when I began to rhyme Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine Daddy was smokin crack I was raised by a single mom Fastin' every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan I was poor as fuck me and my momma, we didn't have a dime At 16 the school system dismissed him and wished him well But my momma never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail? So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own I left home at 17 Shortly after my momma got stabbed by fucking around in the streets But she still breathin' which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving So many rappers biting me you would think they was teethin' And now you know this is just a sugar coated version within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story

Rather you than me If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami It's been hell of a fucking journey M-m-maybach Music Ain't nun' changed nigga Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent Blame it on America Fuck it Beat Billionaire I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past Her ass be looking good inside the leggings But I know that she's missing all the edges I run the game just by running with the felons Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly) Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready) Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter Still in a box, got her rapping acapella Can't trust no people fucking with the presser I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil He knocking on the door and all the Baswares Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck I got wet stripper pussy at the airport I got molly green dollars on my transport Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians Murder's on the news, all front pages Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they easy I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy She gotta fuck like she love like she need me I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs I make a movie every single fucking day I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Let's go! Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths Sixteen when I bought my first rollie Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar Never riding dirty in the extra car Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent