The Watcher 2

Things just ain't the same for gangstas

But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters

All of these rap singers claiming they bangers

Doing all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers

Disrespecting the game, no home training or manners

I was doing this shit when you was shitting your Pampers

I was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was

Ducking the vans, radars, the scanners

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

I was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers

I was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers

I was pricking my finger before you knew what a "Fam" was

I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was

300 mil later, now you understand us

Y'all ain't see us coming 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 putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fucking with whom?

Allow me to retort

You cowards is just now learning the shit that we taught

You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report

About a high speed Porsche, i.e

You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door

Like Eric B. for Pres, 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 little neck up

Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches

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 king

Niggas that got life really like what I sing

Cause they know what 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 dropping 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 themane

See the world cheer 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

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 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 copin', I've seen enough shit

To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin'

Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in

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