yesiambowling
Pro
Always wished the Rakim verse was longer. I probably liked this track more than anything else on that double weedplate.
The watcher 2...
- Thread starter Roovers410
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was never impressed with the last two verses on this..lol Jays verse was executed to perfection point blank period...
Kilgore Trout
Banned
he wrote dres verse
Hov gets this one. Though Rakim bodied it Hov's verse was pure perfection...
I wouldnt take XXL as fact on that
Know the shyt I don't write be the illest shyt that's ever been recited in the game word to the hyphen in my name.
After I've heard Jay-Z verse I always have to rewind that shyt and start again... The flow 
*lyrics just copy and pasted
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 shyt with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shyt when you was shyttin 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 fukked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fukkin with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the shyt that we talk
You nikkaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You nikkaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this bytch!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fukkin your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bytches
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
nikkaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, nikkaz feel my pain
Know the shyt I DON'T write be the illest shyt that's ever been recited
in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
The past present nikka 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
*lyrics just copy and pasted
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 shyt with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shyt when you was shyttin 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 fukked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fukkin with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the shyt that we talk
You nikkaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You nikkaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this bytch!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fukkin your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bytches
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
nikkaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, nikkaz feel my pain
Know the shyt I DON'T write be the illest shyt that's ever been recited
in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
The past present nikka 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
