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Jeah. uhh. it's what I do for a livin
Eat for a livin (watcher)
That's how I live for a nigga. (watcher)
Okay, let's do (the watcher)
One: Jay-Z]
Things ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot 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 this when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them '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, with 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 knew what a was
Three hundred mill' later, now you us
ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much bust in one night
Grand fucked up one
I was on the Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all with whom?
me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb
Bout a high Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came the door
"Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little up
Now you too big for britches, you got a few little bitches
You you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave to the game
It's only right I got the to be king
that 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 illest shit that's been recited
in the game word to the in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH,
The past present nigga the future,
The trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it
the Roc
[Chorus: Hurts]
I know, you got your on me
I feel you me
But it ain't to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you you saw
Ain't what you you saw
You bed-da off not at all
(Everywhere I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, don't know me no mo')
(But that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I you lay low)
[Verse 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 a lot since I came
You it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the
I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my
Dre, haters wanna stop to my
But the music lives in me, drop in my veins
The and the pain
All the way back from the of my name
See the clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes I gave
When the bangs it'll drive them insane
The that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The

[Verse Three:
I'm "Rated R," my brain graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens addicts, and fiends
It's like, a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter
Some the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, 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 mine and can't nobody keep it me
Yo, my neighborhood is never
In the place where the number one cause of death is
You can try
I've seen shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the [echoes]