young_twon
05-25-2003, 10:01 PM
Dis just some some shit i put together. Verse 1 and 3 are Jays lyrics on verse 2 i just put my own shit in there.
Chorus:(Young Twon)
"These fucken presidents gone represent me.''
"These fucken presidents gone represent me.''
"These fucken presidents gone represent me.''
"Part two of these fucken dead presents" come on
1st verse(Jay-Z)
Rock... on, Roc-A-Fella y'all
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?
Chorus
2nd verse(Young Twon)
Me and my mans tryna get this money rolled up in knots,
took the crack from the pot to the block,we gone get the spot locked,
any body tryna cash block gonna get poped,
We dont come in solo we roll in wit flocks, we scramble from cops,and find a new spot,
The sirenes maken us scatter like roaches, fiends come up to us for poaches, I kepp it in my sockright where the coke is,few of us use drug bit most of us roasted,
fiends buy the crack and smoke in they childs face, while they child smoken the hay, gettin blunted like everyday is payday,
until the cops raid our cribs for embazzlement, and i get penched, I'ma sit on the bench and make these dead presidents, yeah
Chorus
3rd verse(Jay-Z)
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, 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, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's
to change your life huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
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 niggaz 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!
(Young Twon)
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
Chorus 2X
Chorus:(Young Twon)
"These fucken presidents gone represent me.''
"These fucken presidents gone represent me.''
"These fucken presidents gone represent me.''
"Part two of these fucken dead presents" come on
1st verse(Jay-Z)
Rock... on, Roc-A-Fella y'all
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?
Chorus
2nd verse(Young Twon)
Me and my mans tryna get this money rolled up in knots,
took the crack from the pot to the block,we gone get the spot locked,
any body tryna cash block gonna get poped,
We dont come in solo we roll in wit flocks, we scramble from cops,and find a new spot,
The sirenes maken us scatter like roaches, fiends come up to us for poaches, I kepp it in my sockright where the coke is,few of us use drug bit most of us roasted,
fiends buy the crack and smoke in they childs face, while they child smoken the hay, gettin blunted like everyday is payday,
until the cops raid our cribs for embazzlement, and i get penched, I'ma sit on the bench and make these dead presidents, yeah
Chorus
3rd verse(Jay-Z)
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, 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, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's
to change your life huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
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 niggaz 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!
(Young Twon)
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
"Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (part 2...)"
Chorus 2X