*featuring Dr. Dre, Rakim, Truth Hurts
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[Jay-Z]
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Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga
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Eat for a livin nigga (watcher)
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That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher)
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Okay, let's do this (the watcher)
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[Verse One: Jay-Z]
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Things just ain't the same for gangsters
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But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
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All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
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Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
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Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
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I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
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I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
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Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
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'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
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I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
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I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
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I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
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I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
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Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
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Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
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You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
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Grand fucked up one fight
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I was on the Peter Pan bus
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You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
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Allowed me to be taught
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You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk
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You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
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Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
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You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
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like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
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You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
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You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up
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Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
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You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
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I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
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It's only right I got the right to be king
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Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
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Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
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Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
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in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
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J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
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The past present nigga the future, proper
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The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
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We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
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It's the Roc
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[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
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I know, you got your eyes on me
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I feel you watchin me
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But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
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You try, but what you think you saw
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Ain't what you thought you saw
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You bed-da off not lookin at all
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(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
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(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
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(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
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(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)
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[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
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I'm still on top of the game
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Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
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Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
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over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
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You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
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The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
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When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
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the streets, they made a special spot for my name
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Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
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But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
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The pride and the pain
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All the way back from the rise of my name
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See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
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See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
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When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
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The eyes that I played
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The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: Rakim]
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I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
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It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
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It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
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Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
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Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
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Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
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take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
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I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
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These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
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The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
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Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
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In the place where the number one cause of death is money
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You can try copin
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I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
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I'm still alive and scopin
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Be another h |