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Jeah. uhh. what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a nigga (watcher)
That's how I for a livin nigga. (watcher)
Okay, do this (the watcher)
[Verse Jay-Z]
Things just the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap claimin they bangers
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or
I was doin this when you was shittin Pampers
I was them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the
'Fore you what hard white to tame was
I was the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you us
ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever so much cham' bust in one night
Grand up one fight
I was on the Pan bus
You was Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allowed me to be
You cowards is just now learnin the shit we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Report
Bout a speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't 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 for so long, fuckin your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little
You think you Hugh Hefner, you ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the
It's only right I got the right to be
Niggaz that got life really like I sing
Cause they know is he really like, feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the 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 holy of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT where it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Hurts]
I know, you got eyes on me
I feel you 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 I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just know me no mo')
(But everywhere I go, I got people I know)
(Who got they know, so I suggest you lay low)
[Verse Two: Dr.
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 been a lot I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the
I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my
But the music lives in me, drop in my veins
The and the pain
All the way from the rise of my name
See the world through the eyes of the mane
See the chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes I played
The best to emerge in the is The Watcher

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