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JAY-Z lyrics : "Dead Presidents III"

D-P, D-P, D-P III
III, III, III, D-P III


[Verse 1]
While others spit that
Wonderama %#@!

Me and my conglomerates
Same crime, bigger trial
Ya Honor suck a dick,

Let me live out my dreams
Until my heart give out
Devour cream

You know exactly what this is about
$#&@ y'all mean
Handlin' since a teen

Like LeBron or Sebastian
High school graduates
Straight to the league

I ain't waitin' for my knee to blow
Yesterday I was needin' this dough
Get it, I was kneadin' this dough

Long as your math is fast
If your readin' is slow
Yo, my life ain't rosy

But I roll with it
My mind was fine till the dough hit 'er
Then told me that the Mo' did it

And now it's Kosher, %#@! is so Hasidic
I blow a digit on the diamond
At San Tropé visits

And won't miss it
So don't twist it
Young is just as nice

More wrists than '96 TRICK

[Bridge]

(DPIII)

YES

Washingtons go to wifey
You know how that go
Jacksons go back

Then we cop us some mo'
The Benjamins go in the stash box
Under the floor

I'm out for presidents to represent me
Now you know
(DPIII, DPIII)


[Verse 2]
My boy Sieg. said

He was on a tier where no tears can fall
Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle, all we do is ball

'Til we all got triangles on our wall
Ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record,
I recall, cause I've really been there before

Never fall behind, cause I think too forward
All about the grime like me so ^^&$#*
Warned you early on about my mindset

You thought it was an empty bomb threat
'Til I flew into the building like
100 Osamas said to do a few millions

Expose the world to a hustler's true feelings
I came into this game with nothing to prove
You'll never stop a ^!$$% in that type of mood

So every move I make confuse the industry
I'm out for presidents to represent me
DP III

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