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Jeah. uhh. what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin (watcher)
how I live for a livin nigga. (watcher)
Okay, let's do (the watcher)
One: Jay-Z]
Things just the same for gangsters
But I'm a too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap claimin they bangers
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew a hand that hand was
the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, with the bammers
I was nice my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you what a Fam was
I had it laid out you knew what a plan was
Three mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all see us comin through Vegas
You ever so much cham' bust in one night
fucked up one fight
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all with whom?
Allowed me to be
You cowards is now learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't about a Robb Report
a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz know how to floss 'til I came through the door
"Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little
You think you Hugh Hefner, you ridiculous
I breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest that's ever been recited
in the word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Hurts]
I know, you got eyes on me
I you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you see me
You try, but what you you saw
Ain't you thought you saw
You off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the as befo')
(People I used to know, don't know me no mo')
(But that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I you lay low)
Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the
Still droppin flames, cock and aim
at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I
The momentum it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my
Dre, haters wanna to my reign
But the music in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the
All the way from the rise of my name
See the world clear the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes that I
When the beat it'll drive them insane
The that I played
The best to emerge in the is The Watcher

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain graphics thangs
It traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter
Some the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit and watch it
These New York is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it me
Yo, my neighborhood is never
In the place where the number one of death is money
You can try
I've seen enough shit to leave frame of mind broken
I'm still and scopin
Be another years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher