Dead Presidents Lyrics by Master P

Dead Presidents Lyrics

    Hahahahaha
    That nigga master p back in the house for the 9-5 shot


    Well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game
    Richmond, california where us youngstas slang that cocaine
    And we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
    To tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro
    Roll through the town talking shit, get your wig split
    Especially when fucking with another niggas divendends
    I mean them george washington, them lincoln, hamilton, jefferson,
    Grant, ben franklins
    Find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha
    The ghetto's trying to kill me
    And if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me
    Come take a ride in my 6-4
    I'm not dr. dre but richmond, california's death row
    You got niggas packin heat
    And fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet
    And the game get thicker
    When you think its all good
    Down bows another nigga
    To the grave 6 feet deep
    I've never seen a man cry but i'm not scarface g
    But i've seen alot of niggas die
    Richmond, california the town of the homicide
    Got me caught up in a shuffle
    Sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle
    I'm too deep to quit
    Cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits


    Dead presidents
    Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
    Dead presidents
    Still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents


    Blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted
    Khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open
    And on my stomach spells t-r-u
    That's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew
    That jumped out this game of crack
    To get into this game of rap, to put us on the map
    And we aint takin no shorts
    Independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll
    Gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank
    Distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank
    But there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin
    Mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga
    You can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack
    I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22
    I cock a-k's make niggas run for they duece
    And them blue signs is thicker
    Cause when you think it's all over, i be the bounty picker
    Wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
    When you fools was fadin, i was sendin niggas to death row
    Committin homicides and drive-bys
    Livin with ?????
    But still slanging that fuckin pie
    And got more bitches than you
    So what the fuck you runnin on my set
    Talking that hoe shit fool
    And no limit only means the beginning
    Cause when the other niggas is fading
    We just beginning
    Got more juice than ojay
    Got more four than fourplay
    Got more game than m.j.
    And like cube say today will be a good day
    25 g's for a key
    Hook it up and meet king george, 23rd street
    Straight up a-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
    Ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
    And we bout to chop the top off
    This motherfuckin fire bird, ???????
    Oh, and them hoes is the side show
    And bustas gettin beat down
    Niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned
    And we sicker than sickery
    Tricker than trickery
    Catch you slippin bitch than you history
    Cuase i got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
    I got a bunch of killas watchin out for p
    And the game get deep
    How can you stop when these niggas out to get your green
    You gotta watch your ass
    And if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast
    And watch close to your enemy
    Cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you g
    And the game gets sad
    6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass
    Trying to get that cash, trying to move fast
    But don't tell a nigga where your stash

    You know what i'm saying if ya'll in the game
    To all my niggas out their in the game
    Ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass
    Stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can

    (chorus plays as p talks)

    Yea, i got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the rich
    Know what i'm sayin
    All my niggas out there in oakland, frisco
    And all them hustlas thats rollin with me
    The tru click, king george, c-murder, calli-g, silkk, big ed
    And ya'll know the ice cream man is outtie 5,000

    Got to say what up to k-lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit

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