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

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics
It turn traumatic teens addicts, and fiends
like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter
Some take the crack and chop it, but those haven't got it
take away the profit, it's catastrophic
I the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it me
Yo, my neighborhood is sunny
In the place where the number one cause of is money
You can try
I've seen enough to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still and scopin
Be hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher