Dead Presidents Ii Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay-z

I'm out for presidents to represent me 

I'm out for dead fuckin' 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 3 quarts of my blood into the street 

Let alone the heat 

Fuck em, they hate a nigga loving this life 

In all possible ways, just know the Feds is buggin my life 

Hospital dazed, reflecting when my man laid up 

On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up 

I saw his life slipping, this is a minor setback 

Yo, still in all we living, 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 

Partna, I'm still spending money from '88 

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I'll make you and your whack 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 shining 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, controlling, manipulating 

I got a good life man, pounds and pence 

Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench 

Catch me swinging for the fence 

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 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