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Jeah. uhh. it's what I do for a nigga
Eat for a nigga (watcher)
That's how I live for a nigga. (watcher)
Okay, do this (the watcher)
[Verse Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for
But I'm a little too famous to these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home or manners
I was doin shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a was
Three hundred mill' later, now you us
Y'all ain't see us comin through
You ever so much cham' bust in one night
Grand up one fight
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all with whom?
Allowed me to be
You is just now learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know a Robb Report
Bout a high Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 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 suckin for so long, your little neck up
Now you too big for britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave to the game
only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life like what I sing
they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit ever been recited
in the word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's it stops
the Roc
[Chorus: Truth
I know, you got your on me
I feel you me
But it ain't hard to see you can't see me
You try, but what you 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 to know, just don't 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 on top of the game
Still droppin flames, cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I
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 me reclaim
the streets, made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my
But the lives in me, every drop in my veins
The and the pain
All the way back the rise of my name
See the clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the that I gave
When the beat bangs 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 teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie a panoramic screen
means, I can see the whole 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
away the added 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 is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is
You can try
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind
I'm still alive and
Be another hundred years 'til my skies in
And I'ma die with my open, the watcher [echoes]