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Jeah. uhh. what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin (watcher)
how I live 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 shoot these
All of these rap singers claimin bangers
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or
I was doin this shit you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew hard white to tame was
I was the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you what a Fam was
I had it laid out you knew what a plan was
Three hundred later, now you understand us
ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' in one night
fucked up one fight
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with
Allowed me to be
You cowards is just now learnin the shit we talk
You niggaz know about a Robb Report
Bout a high Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the
like "Eric B. for Pres," me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little
You think you Hugh Hefner, you ridiculous
I breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like I sing
they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
in the game to the hyphen 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 that's where it
the Roc
[Chorus: Hurts]
I know, you got eyes 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 that I go, ain't the as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't me no mo')
(But that 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, still 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 when it dropped, how I got through the
When I roll and shock, watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my
Dre, haters wanna to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my
The and the pain
All the way back from the of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the
See the chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the bangs it'll drive them insane
The that I played
The to emerge in the game is The Watcher

[Verse Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain graphics thangs
It traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole 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 the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is and can't 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 hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my open, the watcher [echoes]