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