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    "The Watcher 2" Lyrics

    Jay-Z feat. Rakim, Truth Hurts and Dr. Dre

    Jeah.. uhh.. what shall I do for a livin nigga
    what shall i Eat for a livin nigga {*watcher*}
    That's how I live for a livin nigga.. {*watcher*}
    Okay, let's do this {*the watcher*}

    [Verse One: Jay-Z]
    Things just ain't the same for gangsters
    But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
    All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
    Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
    Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners

    I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
    I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
    Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
    'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
    I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
    I was nice with my hands, 'cause aight with them hammers
    I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
    I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
    Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
    Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
    You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
    Grand fucked up one fight
    I was on the Peter Pan bus
    You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
    Allow me to retort
    You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we taught
    You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
    Bout a high speed Porsche,

    I.e., you niggaz ain't know how to floss
    'Til I came through the door
    Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
    You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
    You was suckin so long, fuckin ya little neck up
    Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
    You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
    I blew breath on you midgets, I gave light to the game
    It's only right I got the right to be king
    Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
    Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
    Know the shit I DON'T write
    Be the illest shit that's ever been recited
    In the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
    J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
    The past, present, nigga the future, proper
    The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
    We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops

    It's the Roc

    [Chorus: Truth Hurts]
    I know, you got your eyes on me
    I feel you watchin me
    But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
    You try, but what you think you saw
    Ain't what you thought you saw
    You bed-da off not lookin at all
    (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
    (People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
    (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
    (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

    [Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
    I'm still on top of the game
    Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
    Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
    over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
    You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
    The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
    When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
    the streets, they made a special spot for my name
    Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
    But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
    The pride and the pain
    All the way back from the rise of my name
    See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
    See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
    When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
    The eyes that I played
    The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher


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

    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Andre Romell Young, Marshall B III Mathers, Shari Anita Watson, Shawn Carter, Shawn C Carter, William Griffin.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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