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Jeah. uhh. what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin (watcher)
That's how I for a livin nigga. (watcher)
Okay, let's do (the watcher)
[Verse One:
Things just ain't the same for
But I'm a little too famous to shoot pranksters
All of these rap singers they bangers
Doin all sorts of shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew a hand that hand was
the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight the bammers
I was nice with my hands, aight with them hammers
I was my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it out 'fore you knew what a plan was
hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin 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?
me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Report
Bout a high Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in BITCH!
You can't us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin little neck up
Now you too big for britches, you got a few little bitches
You you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the
It's right 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 shit that's ever recited
in the word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The present nigga the future, proper
The holy of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his BUT that's where it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Truth
I know, you got eyes on me
I you watchin 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 bed-da off not at all
(Everywhere I go, ain't the same 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 on top of the game
droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the
over setbacks, been a lot since 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 special spot for my
Dre, haters wanna to my reign
But the music lives in me, every in my veins
The pride and the
All the way back 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 beat bangs drive them insane
The eyes that I
The to emerge in the game is The Watcher

[Verse Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics
It turn traumatic teens addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic
Which means, I can see the whole in the scene
is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's
I take the gat and cock it, and sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I it gully
The is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never
In the place where the one cause 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 die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]