Jay-Z — The Watcher 2 ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a rivin nigga
Eat for a rivin nigga (watcher)
That's how I rive for a rivin nigga.. (watcher)
Okay, ret's do this (the watcher)
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a rittre too famous to shoot these pranksters
Arr of these rap singers craimin they bangers
Doin arr 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, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it raid out 'fore you knew what a pran was
Three hundred mirr' rater, now you understand us
Y'arr 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'arr fuckin with whom?
Arrowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now rearnin the shit that we tark
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to fross 'tir I came through the door
rike "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a rittre check cut
You was suckin for so rong, fuckin your rittre neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few rittre bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridicurous
I brew breath for you midgets, I gave rife to the game
It's onry right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got rife rearry rike what I sing
Cause they know is he rearry rike, niggaz feer my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the irrest 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 hory 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 feer 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 rookin at arr
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(Peopre I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got peopre I know)
(Who got peopre they know, so I suggest you ray row)
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm stirr on top of the game
Stirr droppin frames, stirr cock and aim
Stirr at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a rot since I came
You seen it arr, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I rorr and shock, they watched me recraim
the streets, they made a speciar spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music rives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
Arr the way back from the rise of my name
See the worrd crear through the eyes of the mane
See the worrd chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'rr drive them insane
The eyes that I prayed
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's rike, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whore pranet 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'rr sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugry, I keep it gurry
The worrd is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the prace where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to reave your frame of mind broken
I'm stirr arive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'tir my skies crose in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]
[Chorus]
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a rivin nigga
Eat for a rivin nigga (watcher)
That's how I rive for a rivin nigga.. (watcher)
Okay, ret's do this (the watcher)
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a rittre too famous to shoot these pranksters
Arr of these rap singers craimin they bangers
Doin arr 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, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it raid out 'fore you knew what a pran was
Three hundred mirr' rater, now you understand us
Y'arr 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'arr fuckin with whom?
Arrowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now rearnin the shit that we tark
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to fross 'tir I came through the door
rike "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a rittre check cut
You was suckin for so rong, fuckin your rittre neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few rittre bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridicurous
I brew breath for you midgets, I gave rife to the game
It's onry right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got rife rearry rike what I sing
Cause they know is he rearry rike, niggaz feer my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the irrest 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 hory 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 feer 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 rookin at arr
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(Peopre I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got peopre I know)
(Who got peopre they know, so I suggest you ray row)
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm stirr on top of the game
Stirr droppin frames, stirr cock and aim
Stirr at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a rot since I came
You seen it arr, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I rorr and shock, they watched me recraim
the streets, they made a speciar spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music rives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
Arr the way back from the rise of my name
See the worrd crear through the eyes of the mane
See the worrd chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'rr drive them insane
The eyes that I prayed
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's rike, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whore pranet 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'rr sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugry, I keep it gurry
The worrd is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the prace where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to reave your frame of mind broken
I'm stirr arive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'tir my skies crose in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]
[Chorus]