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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 One:
Things just the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these
All of rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no trainin or manners
I was doin shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand hand was
the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with hammers
I was prickin my 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew a plan was
hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through
You ever seen so much cham' in one night
Grand fucked up one
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 just now learnin the shit that we
You niggaz ain't about 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," me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a 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 you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the
It's only right I got the to be king
Niggaz that got life like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever recited
in the word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The present nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of 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
what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the as befo')
(People I to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people know, so I suggest you lay low)
[Verse Two: Dr.
I'm on top of the game
Still flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the
setbacks, there's been 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 and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every in my veins
The pride and the
All the way back from the of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the
See the world chear for the rhymes I gave
the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes I played
The best to emerge in the is The Watcher

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain graphics thangs
It traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic
means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter
Some take the crack and chop it, but that haven't got it
take 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 can't keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never
In the place where the number one of death is money
You can try
seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still and scopin
Be another hundred 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]