🎵 The Watcher 2 // by JAŸ-Z

114 ContributorsThe Watcher 2 Lyrics This is Dre’s sequel to “The Watcher” from his album 2001 : a sign of Jay’s respect for Dre… Read More  [Intro: Jay-Z] The Watcher! Gyeah, ugh Shit I do for a livin', nigga Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!) That's how I live for a livin', nigga I'm watchin' 'Kay, let's do this The Watcher! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangstas But I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers Doin' all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners I was doin' this shit when you was shittin' in Pampers I was movin' them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was Duckin' the vans, radars and 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 I'm hype 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 Three hundred mil' 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 suckin' 'em so long, fuckin' 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 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 in hip-hop is us We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops It's the Roc! [Pre-Chorus: 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 [Chorus: Terri] 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 [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] 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 watch me reclaim The streets — they made a special spot for my name Dre — haters want a 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 [Pre-Chorus: 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 [Chorus: Terri] 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 [Verse 3: Rakim] I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things 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 For 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 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'ma die with my eyes open The Watcher [Pre-Chorus: 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 [Chorus: Terri] 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 [Outro] The Watcher The Watcher I'm watchin', The Watcher Bah, bah, The Watcher The Watcher