The Watcher 2

(Watcher!)

Jeah, uhh

Shit I do for a livin', nigga

Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (watcher!)

That's how I live for a livin', nigga (watchin'!)

Okay, let's do this (the watcher!)

Things just ain't the same for gangstas

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 their fingers

Disrespectin' the game, no home training or manners

I was doin' this shit when you was shittin' your Pampers

I was movin' them grams

'Fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was

Duckin' the vans, radars, the scanners

Before you knew what "hard," "white," or "tan" was

I was hittin' the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers

I was nice with my hands, 'cause a'ight 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

300 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 puttin' 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 niggas ain't know about a Robb Report

'Bout a high-speed Porsche

I.e., you niggas ain't know how to floss

'Til I came through the door, like "Eric B. for Prez"

Respect me in this bitch!

You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut

You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up

Now, you too big for your britches

You got a few little bitches

You think you Hugh Hef', but 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 king

Niggas that got life really like what I sing

'Cause they know it's really like, niggas 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!

I know

You got your eyes on me

I feel you watching 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 looking at all

Everywhere that I go

Ain't the same as before

People I used to know

Just don't know me no more

But everywhere that I go

I got people I know

Who got people they know

So I suggest you lay low

I'm still on top of the game

Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim

Still at the top, had to rock 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 man

See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave

When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane

The odds that I played

The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher

I know

You got your eyes on me

I feel you watching 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 looking at all

Everywhere that I go

Ain't the same as before

People I used to know

Just don't know me no more

But everywhere that I go

I got people I know

Who got people they know

So I suggest you lay low

I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things

It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends

It's like watching 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 to add a 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 coping

I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken

I'm still alive and scoping

Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in

And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher

I know

You got your eyes on me

I feel you watching 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 looking at all

Everywhere that I go

Ain't the same as before

People I used to know

Just don't know me no more

But everywhere that I go

I got people I know

Who got people they know

So I suggest you lay low