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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, do this (the watcher)
[Verse Jay-Z]
just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin bangers
Doin all sorts of shit with they fingers
the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the
I was nice with my hands, cuss with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you what a Fam was
I had it out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one
fucked 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 ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in BITCH!
You disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, your little neck up
Now you too big for britches, you got a few little bitches
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
they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
in the game word to the in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The present nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of 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 to see that you can't see me
You try, but you think you saw
Ain't what you you saw
You off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just know me no mo')
(But that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people know, so I suggest you lay low)
Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the
droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the
over setbacks, there's a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I
The momentum when it dropped, how I got the pain
I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my
Dre, haters stop to my reign
But the lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the
All the way back from the of my name
See the world clear the eyes of the mane
See the world for the rhymes that I gave
the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes I played
The best to in the game is The Watcher

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics
It turn traumatic into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the
Cash is the topic, the object, a pocket
Some the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's
I the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it me
Yo, my is never sunny
In the place the number one cause of death is money
You can try
I've seen enough to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm alive and scopin
Be hundred years 'til my skies close in
And die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]