Dead Presidents

Jay Z

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

III, III, III, D-P III

Will always spit that
Wonder rhyma shit
Me and my conglomerates
Same crime, bigger trial
Ya Honor xxxx a dick, Let me
Live out my dreams
Until my heart give out
Devour cream
You know exactly what this is about
Fuck 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
(The Roc in this muhfucka!)
(D-P III) (We in the house)

Will always spit that
Wonder rhyma shit
Me and my conglomerates
Same crime, bigger trial
Ya Honor xxxx a dick, Let me
Live out my dreams
Until my heart give out
Devour cream
You know exactly what this is about
Fuck 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 mom was fine till the dough hit 'er
Then told me that the Mo' did it
And now this culture xxxx is so acidic
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

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

[Biggie:]
What? There ain't no more to it