Lyrics The Watcher 2 - Jay-Z feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts

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Watcher
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Yeah... uh... it's what I do for a livin' n_gga
Eat for a livin' n_gga (watcher)
That's how I live for a livin' n_gga...(watcher)
Okay, let's do this (the watcher)
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Things just ain't the same for gangstas
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these prankstas
All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers
Doin' all sorts of twisted sh_t with they fingers
Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners
I was doin' this sh_t when you was sh_ttin' in 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, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what the Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Ya'll ain't see us comin' through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand f_cked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, ya'll f_ckin' with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin' the sh_t that we talk
You n_ggas ain't know about a Rob Report
'Bout a high speed Porshe, i.e.
You n_ggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in the B_TCH
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was s_ckin' for so long, f_ckin' your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little b_tches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be kind
N_ggas that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, n_ggas feel my pain
Know the sh_t I DON'T write to be the illest sh_t that's ever been recited
In the game, word to the hyphen in my NAME
J, A, Y, dash, hypha
The past, presemt n_gga 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
[- 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 better 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)
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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 low, 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 clear 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
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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 Yorks 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 and money
You can try copin'
I've seen enough sh_t to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin'
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'm a die with my eyes open, the watcher