the watcher 2

jeah. uhh. it's what i do for a livin nigga

eat for a livin nigga

that's how i live for a livin nigga. okay

let's do this

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