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Les paroles de The Watcher 2
| | | Artiste: | JAY-Z |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Titre: | The Watcher 2 | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 92 fois | | | | Paroles: | Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
(feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim, Truth
Hurts)
[Jay-Z]
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin
nigga (watcher)
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher)
Okay, let's do this (the
watcher)
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
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 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 laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred 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 Peter Pan up
in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now
learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed
Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz 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 suckin for so long, fuckin 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
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like,
niggaz 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
[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 bed-da 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)
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
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, 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 chear 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
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Rakim]
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'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]
[Chorus] | | | |
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