Dead Presidents

[Intro: Nas] Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Dead *** Presidents to represent me [Verse 1: Vizzy Val] Two years later I'm better, name a nigga that's triller My name Val with 3 letters but it finna get bigger I be thinkin' about leather, that's why my mental well thicker While I'm sippin' this liquor, drunk to be sure that nobody slicker Then I hang over rappers when I'm still tipsy That's why I got flows movin' a lot more than a gipsy I'm a G see, matter of fact too much for my age Young like Jeezy but already too old for a page Cause I'm gon' write more history than an anthropologist I don't forgive these lames, I'm an anti-apologies Reason why I create lines to kill y'all niggas like overdose Those niggas won't understand my mind cause it stands over those And I build my own Hip-Hop empire to inspire Rappers to keep chasing what they desire with None of the legs tired During a blow job you should get an ex fired Cause once you blow you should forget about the times that could expire The day for you success, cause haters is tellin' you suck and that's What makes you skeptical about your talent man, fuck them! I'm with you in this game but I gotta win tho  I want you to see my pain thru my raps, so it's like my shit's a window Even tho I'm skinny ima keep eating beats 'till Vizzy Val is big Y'all should be in my shoes just so you can kick reality I'm that brother niggas can't stand like they stuck on a chair Work so hard in the studio, after my session I'm still there Straight up! [Chorus: Nas] I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Dead *** Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Presidents to represent me I'm out for Dead *** Presidents to represent me [Verse 2] Angolan blood, reality run thru my veins Told ya once if truth hurts I rather endure the pain All of my actions is futuristic mayne Nothin' I do is in vain, I'm wishing for some change Y'all wishing for some chains and that's before the money and fame How about you niggas get to work for the money and fame? Y'all lames think that shit will fly to you? Jay-Z knockin' at your door like: "Nigga ima sign you!" So with or without any of y'all involvements All of my hustle about makin' this Rap shit my employment Cause I'm blind to the future with all these mathematical problems I mean I only want counts since mo' money mo' problems There's spaces in my mind full of ideas that I should fence it I could turn to a gangsta but, nah my Mama against it So why the fuck d'you think I write more than Shakespeare? I spit out these ghetto poems at the same time that shakes fear Now come listen, I feel like there's absence in my competition The same time Vizzy Val comes feels like it also comes tuition Meanwhile I teach niggas, I'm tryna get what I gets to wishing Wishing to become a rich nigga, nigga that's a hella of a mission I see hope my nigga that's a hella of a vision Ain't nothin' better when inspiration decides to come visit Particularly Vizzy Val, yes sir I'm present With 48 bars in this 40 Dead Presidents [Bridge: Nas] Dead *** Presidents to represent me Dead *** Presidents to represent me Dead *** Presidents to represent me Dead *** Presidents to represent me [Chorus:2x Nas/Vizzy Val]