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Jeah. uhh. it's what I do for a nigga
Eat for a livin (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 famous to shoot pranksters
All of rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin
I was movin them grams you, knew what 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, cuss aight with them
I was my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you what a plan was
Three hundred later, now you understand us
Y'all see us comin 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 your room, y'all fuckin with
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 how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," me in this BITCH!
You disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave to the game
It's only right I got the right to be
Niggaz got life really like what I sing
Cause know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the shit that's ever been recited
in the game word to the in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past present 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 your on me
I feel you me
But it hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you 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 they know, so I suggest you lay low)
[Verse Dr. Dre]
I'm on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still 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 it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they me reclaim
the streets, made a special spot for my name
Dre, wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, drop in my veins
The pride and the
All the way back from the of my name
See the world through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them
The eyes I played
The best to emerge in the is The Watcher

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics
It turn teens into 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 fatter
Some take the crack and chop it, but those haven't got it
away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and it
New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is sunny
In the place where the number one cause of is money
You can try
seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and
Be another hundred years 'til my skies in
And I'ma die with my open, the watcher [echoes]