[{"id":38906127,"name":"The Watcher 2","trackName":"The Watcher 2","artistName":"JAŸ-Z, Dr. Dre, Rakim, Truth Hurts","albumName":"The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse","duration":356.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Watcher\nGyeah, ugh\nShit I do for a livin', nigga\nShit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!)\nThat's how I live for a livin', nigga\nI'm watching\n'Kay, let's do this\nThe Watcher!\n\nThings just ain't the same for gangstas\nBut I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters\nAll of these rap singers claiming they bangers\nDoing all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers\nDisrespectin' the game, no home training or manners\nI was doing this shit when you was shitting in Pampers\nI was moving them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\nDucking the vans, radars, and scanners\n\nBefore you knew what hard white or tan was\nI was hitting the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\nI was nice with my hands, 'cause I'm hype with them hammers\nI was pricking my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\nI had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\nThree hundred mil' later, now you understand us\nY'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\nYou ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\nGrand, fucked up one fight\n\nI was on the Peter Pan bus\nYou was putting Peter Pan up in your room\nY'all fuckin' with whom? Allow me to retort\nYou cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\nYou niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n'Bout a high-speed Porsche\nI.E., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n'Til I came through the door like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\nRespect me in this bitch!\n\nYou can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\nYou was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\nNow you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\nYou think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\nI blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\nIt's only right I got the right to be king\nNiggas that got life really like what I sing\n'Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n\nKnow the shit I don't write\nBe the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\nWord to the hyphen in my name\nJ-A-Y dash Hoffa\nThe past, present, nigga, the future, proper\nThe Holy Trinity in Hip-Hop is us\nWe give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\nIt's the Roc\n\nI know you got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try but what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low\n\nI'm still on top of the game\nStill droppin' flames, still cock and aim\nStill at the top, had to rock for the fame\nOver setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\nYou seen it all, how I got, how I gained\nThe momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\nWhen I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\nThe streets, they made a special spot for my name\n\nDre, haters want a stop to my reign\nBut the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\nThe pride and the pain\nAll the way back from the rise of my name\nSee the world clear through the eyes of the man\nSee the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\nWhen the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane, the odds that I played\nThe best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n\nI know you got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try but what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low\n\nI'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\nIt turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\nIt's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\nWhich means I can see the whole planet in the scene\nCash is the topic, the object? A fatter pocket\nSome take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\nTake away to add a profit, it's catastrophic\nI take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n\nThese New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\nThe world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\nYo, my neighborhood is never sunny\nIn the place where the number one cause of death is money\nYou can try coping\nI seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\nI'm still alive and scoping\nBe another hundred years 'til my skies close in\nAnd I'ma die with my eyes open, The Watcher\n\nI know you got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try but what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low\n\nThe Watcher\nThe Watcher\nI'm watching, The Watcher\nBah, bah, The Watcher\nThe Watcher","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08]The Watcher\n[00:02.65]Gyeah, ugh\n[00:06.75]Shit I do for a livin', nigga\n[00:09.27]Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!)\n[00:11.42]That's how I live for a livin', nigga\n[00:15.02]I'm watching\n[00:17.82]'Kay, let's do this\n[00:19.95]The Watcher!\n[00:20.96]Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n[00:22.93]But I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters\n[00:25.42]All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n[00:27.63]Doing all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers\n[00:30.12]Disrespectin' the game, no home training or manners\n[00:32.58]I was doing this shit when you was shitting in Pampers\n[00:34.92]I was moving them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\n[00:37.93]Ducking the vans, radars, and scanners\n[00:40.13]Before you knew what hard white or tan was\n[00:42.28]I was hitting the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\n[00:44.55]I was nice with my hands, 'cause I'm hype with them hammers\n[00:46.99]I was pricking my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\n[00:49.55]I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n[00:51.90]Three hundred mil' later, now you understand us\n[00:54.38]Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n[00:55.88]You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\n[00:58.28]Grand, fucked up one fight\n[00:59.21]I was on the Peter Pan bus\n[01:00.74]You was putting Peter Pan up in your room\n[01:02.87]Y'all fuckin' with whom? Allow me to retort\n[01:05.66]You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\n[01:08.86]You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n[01:11.12]'Bout a high-speed Porsche\n[01:12.64]I.E., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n[01:14.72]'Til I came through the door like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\n[01:17.17]Respect me in this bitch!\n[01:18.71]You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\n[01:20.95]You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\n[01:23.39]Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n[01:26.04]You think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\n[01:28.40]I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n[01:30.95]It's only right I got the right to be king\n[01:33.07]Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n[01:35.42]'Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n[01:37.89]Know the shit I don't write\n[01:38.78]Be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\n[01:41.19]Word to the hyphen in my name\n[01:42.81]J-A-Y dash Hoffa\n[01:45.51]The past, present, nigga, the future, proper\n[01:47.82]The Holy Trinity in Hip-Hop is us\n[01:49.80]We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\n[01:52.27]It's the Roc\n[01:52.93]I know you got your eyes on me\n[01:56.53]I feel you watching me\n[01:59.05]But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[02:02.51]You try but what you think you saw\n[02:05.91]Ain't what you thought you saw\n[02:08.65]You better off not looking at all\n[02:11.31]Everywhere that I go\n[02:13.65]Ain't the same as before\n[02:16.13]People I used to know\n[02:18.47]Just don't know me no more\n[02:20.91]But everywhere that I go\n[02:23.43]I got people I know\n[02:25.72]Who got people they know\n[02:28.14]So I suggest you lay low\n[02:31.62]I'm still on top of the game\n[02:33.65]Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n[02:36.28]Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n[02:38.50]Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n[02:41.19]You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n[02:43.28]The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n[02:46.15]When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n[02:48.24]The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n[02:50.90]Dre, haters want a stop to my reign\n[02:53.14]But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n[02:55.42]The pride and the pain\n[02:56.90]All the way back from the rise of my name\n[02:59.05]See the world clear through the eyes of the man\n[03:01.42]See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n[03:03.83]When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane, the odds that I played\n[03:07.45]The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n[03:10.39]I know you got your eyes on me\n[03:13.85]I feel you watching me\n[03:16.38]But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[03:19.85]You try but what you think you saw\n[03:23.54]Ain't what you thought you saw\n[03:26.30]You better off not looking at all\n[03:28.90]Everywhere that I go\n[03:31.05]Ain't the same as before\n[03:33.34]People I used to know\n[03:36.01]Just don't know me no more\n[03:38.24]But everywhere that I go\n[03:40.87]I got people I know\n[03:43.45]Who got people they know\n[03:45.36]So I suggest you lay low\n[03:48.60]I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\n[03:51.16]It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\n[03:53.41]It's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\n[03:55.99]Which means I can see the whole planet in the scene\n[03:58.36]Cash is the topic, the object? A fatter pocket\n[04:00.99]Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\n[04:03.18]Take away to add a profit, it's catastrophic\n[04:05.32]I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n[04:08.12]These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n[04:10.47]The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\n[04:12.96]Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n[04:14.84]In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n[04:17.97]You can try coping\n[04:18.82]I seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\n[04:21.26]I'm still alive and scoping\n[04:22.68]Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n[04:25.06]And I'ma die with my eyes open, The Watcher\n[04:32.85]I know you got your eyes on me\n[04:36.43]I feel you watching me\n[04:38.74]But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[04:42.30]You try but what you think you saw\n[04:45.99]Ain't what you thought you saw\n[04:48.45]You better off not looking at all\n[04:51.19]Everywhere that I go\n[04:53.84]Ain't the same as before\n[04:56.09]People I used to know\n[04:58.31]Just don't know me no more\n[05:00.76]But everywhere that I go\n[05:03.25]I got people I know\n[05:05.77]Who got people they know\n[05:07.92]So I suggest you lay low\n[05:15.86]The Watcher\n[05:25.53]The Watcher\n[05:34.22]I'm watching, The Watcher\n[05:41.85]Bah, bah, The Watcher\n[05:53.41]The Watcher\n[05:55.11]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Watcher 2\n  artist: JAŸ-Z, Dr. Dre, Rakim, Truth Hurts\n  album: 'The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse'\n  duration_ms: 356000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The Watcher\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 2650\n- text: Gyeah, ugh\n  start_ms: 2650\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Shit I do for a livin', nigga\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 9270\n- text: Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!)\n  start_ms: 9270\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: That's how I live for a livin', nigga\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: I'm watching\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17820\n- text: '''Kay, let''s do this'\n  start_ms: 17820\n  end_ms: 19950\n- text: The Watcher!\n  start_ms: 19950\n  end_ms: 20960\n- text: Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n  start_ms: 20960\n  end_ms: 22930\n- text: But I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters\n  start_ms: 22930\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 27630\n- text: Doing all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers\n  start_ms: 27630\n  end_ms: 30120\n- text: Disrespectin' the game, no home training or manners\n  start_ms: 30120\n  end_ms: 32580\n- text: I was doing this shit when you was shitting in Pampers\n  start_ms: 32580\n  end_ms: 34920\n- text: I was moving them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\n  start_ms: 34920\n  end_ms: 37930\n- text: Ducking the vans, radars, and scanners\n  start_ms: 37930\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Before you knew what hard white or tan was\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 42280\n- text: I was hitting the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\n  start_ms: 42280\n  end_ms: 44550\n- text: I was nice with my hands, 'cause I'm hype with them hammers\n  start_ms: 44550\n  end_ms: 46990\n- text: I was pricking my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\n  start_ms: 46990\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 51900\n- text: Three hundred mil' later, now you understand us\n  start_ms: 51900\n  end_ms: 54380\n- text: Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n  start_ms: 54380\n  end_ms: 55880\n- text: You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\n  start_ms: 55880\n  end_ms: 58280\n- text: Grand, fucked up one fight\n  start_ms: 58280\n  end_ms: 59210\n- text: I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  start_ms: 59210\n  end_ms: 60740\n- text: You was putting Peter Pan up in your room\n  start_ms: 60740\n  end_ms: 62870\n- text: Y'all fuckin' with whom? 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So I suggest you lay low\n  start_ms: 148140\n  end_ms: 151620\n- text: I'm still on top of the game\n  start_ms: 151620\n  end_ms: 153650\n- text: Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n  start_ms: 153650\n  end_ms: 156280\n- text: Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n  start_ms: 156280\n  end_ms: 158500\n- text: Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  start_ms: 158500\n  end_ms: 161190\n- text: You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  start_ms: 161190\n  end_ms: 163280\n- text: The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  start_ms: 163280\n  end_ms: 166150\n- text: When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  start_ms: 166150\n  end_ms: 168240\n- text: The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n  start_ms: 168240\n  end_ms: 170900\n- text: Dre, haters want a stop to my reign\n  start_ms: 170900\n  end_ms: 173140\n- text: But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  start_ms: 173140\n  end_ms: 175420\n- text: The pride and 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Allow me to retort\n[01:05.66] You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\n[01:08.86] You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n[01:11.12] 'Bout a high-speed Porsche\n[01:12.64] I.E., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n[01:14.72] 'Til I came through the door like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\n[01:17.17] Respect me in this bitch!\n[01:18.71] You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\n[01:20.95] You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\n[01:23.39] Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n[01:26.04] You think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\n[01:28.40] I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n[01:30.95] It's only right I got the right to be king\n[01:33.07] Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n[01:35.42] 'Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n[01:37.89] Know the shit I don't write\n[01:38.78] Be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\n[01:41.19] Word to the hyphen in my name\n[01:42.81] J-A-Y dash Hoffa\n[01:45.51] The past, present, nigga, the future, proper\n[01:47.82] The Holy Trinity in Hip-Hop is us\n[01:49.80] We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\n[01:52.27] It's the Roc\n[01:52.93] I know you got your eyes on me\n[01:56.53] I feel you watching me\n[01:59.05] But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[02:02.51] You try but what you think you saw\n[02:05.91] Ain't what you thought you saw\n[02:08.65] You better off not looking at all\n[02:11.31] Everywhere that I go\n[02:13.65] Ain't the same as before\n[02:16.13] People I used to know\n[02:18.47] Just don't know me no more\n[02:20.91] But everywhere that I go\n[02:23.43] I got people I know\n[02:25.72] Who got people they know\n[02:28.14] So I suggest you lay low\n[02:31.62] I'm still on top of the game\n[02:33.65] Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n[02:36.28] Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n[02:38.50] Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n[02:41.19] You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n[02:43.28] The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n[02:46.15] When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n[02:48.24] The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n[02:50.90] Dre, haters want a stop to my reign\n[02:53.14] But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n[02:55.42] The pride and the pain\n[02:56.90] All the way back from the rise of my name\n[02:59.05] See the world clear through the eyes of the man\n[03:01.42] See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n[03:03.83] When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane, the odds that I played\n[03:07.45] The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n[03:10.39] I know you got your eyes on me\n[03:13.85] I feel you watching me\n[03:16.38] But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[03:19.85] You try but what you think you saw\n[03:23.54] Ain't what you thought you saw\n[03:26.30] You better off not looking at all\n[03:28.90] Everywhere that I go\n[03:31.05] Ain't the same as before\n[03:33.34] People I used to know\n[03:36.01] Just don't know me no more\n[03:38.24] But everywhere that I go\n[03:40.87] I got people I know\n[03:43.45] Who got people they know\n[03:45.36] So I suggest you lay low\n[03:48.60] I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\n[03:51.16] It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\n[03:53.41] It's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\n[03:55.99] Which means I can see the whole planet in the scene\n[03:58.36] Cash is the topic, the object? 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Allow me to retort\n  You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\n  You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n  'Bout a high-speed Porsche\n  I.E., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n  'Til I came through the door like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\n  Respect me in this bitch!\n\n  You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\n  You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\n  Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n  You think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\n  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n  It's only right I got the right to be king\n  Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n  'Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n\n  Know the shit I don't write\n  Be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\n  Word to the hyphen in my name\n  J-A-Y dash Hoffa\n  The past, present, nigga, the future, proper\n  The Holy Trinity in Hip-Hop is us\n  We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\n  It's the Roc\n\n  I know you got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try but what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know\n  Just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go\n  I got people I know\n  Who got people they know\n  So I suggest you lay low\n\n  I'm still on top of the game\n  Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n  Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n  Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n\n  Dre, haters want a stop to my reign\n  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  The pride and the pain\n  All the way back from the rise of my name\n  See the world clear through the eyes of the man\n  See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n  When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane, the odds that I played\n  The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n\n  I know you got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try but what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know\n  Just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go\n  I got people I know\n  Who got people they know\n  So I suggest you lay low\n\n  I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\n  It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\n  It's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\n  Which means I can see the whole planet in the scene\n  Cash is the topic, the object? A fatter pocket\n  Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\n  Take away to add a profit, it's catastrophic\n  I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n\n  These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n  The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\n  Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n  In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n  You can try coping\n  I seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\n  I'm still alive and scoping\n  Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n  And I'ma die with my eyes open, The Watcher\n\n  I know you got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try but what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know\n  Just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go\n  I got people I know\n  Who got people they know\n  So I suggest you lay low\n\n  The Watcher\n  The Watcher\n  I'm watching, The Watcher\n  Bah, bah, The Watcher\n  The Watcher\n"},{"id":19299149,"name":"The Watcher 2","trackName":"The Watcher 2","artistName":"Jay‐Z feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts","albumName":"Blueprint 2.1","duration":357.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Things just ain't the same for gangstas\nBut I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters\nAll of these rap singers claiming they bangers\nDoing all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers\nDisrespecting the game, no home training or manners\nI was doing this shit when you was shitting your Pampers\nI was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was\nDucking the vans, radars, the scanners\nBefore you knew what \"hard white\" or \"tan\" was\nI was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers\nI was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers\nI was pricking my finger before you knew what a \"Fam\" was\nI had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n300 mil later, now you understand us\nY'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\nYou ever seen so much cham' bust in\nOne night, grand fucked up one fight\nI was on the Peter Pan bus\nYou was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fucking with whom?\nAllow me to retort\nYou cowards is just now learning the shit that we taught\nYou niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\nAbout a high speed Porsche, i.e\nYou niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door\nLike Eric B. for Pres, respect me in this bitch!\nYou can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut\nYou was sucking 'em so long, fucking your little neck up\nNow you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\nYou think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous\nI blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\nIt's only right I got the right to be king\nNiggas that got life really like what I sing\nCause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\nKnow the shit I don't write be the\nIllest shit that's ever been recited\nIn the game word to the hyphen in my name!\nJ-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa\nThe past, present, nigga the future, proper\nThe holy trinity of hip-hop is us\nWe give Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc\n\nI know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try, but what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before\nPeople I used to know, just don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go, I got people I know\nWho got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)\n\nI'm still on top of the game\nStill dropping flames, still cock and aim\nStill at the top had to rock for the fame\nOver setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\nYou seen it all, how I got, how I gained\nThe momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\nWhen I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\nThe streets, they made a special spot for my name\nDre, haters wanna stop to my reign\nBut the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\nThe pride and the pain\nAll the way back from the rise of my name\nSee the world clear through the eyes of themane\nSee the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\nWhen the beat bangs it'll drive them insane\nThe eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher\n\nI'm Rated R, my brain contains graphics thangs\nIt turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends\nIt's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen\nWhich means, I can see the whole planet in the scene\nCash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket\nSome take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\nTake away the added profit, it's catastrophic\nI take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\nThese New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\nThe world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\nYo, my neighborhood is never sunny\nIn the place where the number one cause of death is money\nYou can try copin', I've seen enough shit\nTo leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin'\nBe another hundred years 'til my skies close in\nAnd I'mma die with my eyes open, the watcher","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Watcher 2\n  artist: Jay‐Z feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts\n  album: Blueprint 2.1\n  duration_ms: 357000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n  But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters\n  All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n  Doing all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers\n  Disrespecting the game, no home training or manners\n  I was doing this shit when you was shitting your Pampers\n  I was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was\n  Ducking the vans, radars, the scanners\n  Before you knew what \"hard white\" or \"tan\" was\n  I was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers\n  I was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers\n  I was pricking my finger before you knew what a \"Fam\" was\n  I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  300 mil later, now you understand us\n  Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n  You ever seen so much cham' bust in\n  One night, grand fucked up one fight\n  I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  You was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fucking with whom?\n  Allow me to retort\n  You cowards is just now learning the shit that we taught\n  You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n  About a high speed Porsche, i.e\n  You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door\n  Like Eric B. for Pres, respect me in this bitch!\n  You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut\n  You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your little neck up\n  Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n  You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous\n  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n  It's only right I got the right to be king\n  Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n  Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n  Know the shit I don't write be the\n  Illest shit that's ever been recited\n  In the game word to the hyphen in my name!\n  J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa\n  The past, present, nigga the future, proper\n  The holy trinity of hip-hop is us\n  We give Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc\n\n  I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try, but what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n  (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know, just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go, I got people I know\n  Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)\n\n  I'm still on top of the game\n  Still dropping flames, still cock and aim\n  Still at the top had to rock for the fame\n  Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n  Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  The pride and the pain\n  All the way back from the rise of my name\n  See the world clear through the eyes of themane\n  See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n  When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane\n  The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher\n\n  I'm Rated R, my brain contains graphics thangs\n  It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends\n  It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen\n  Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene\n  Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket\n  Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\n  Take away the added profit, it's catastrophic\n  I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n  These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n  The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\n  Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n  In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n  You can try copin', I've seen enough shit\n  To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin'\n  Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n  And I'mma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n"},{"id":27840548,"name":"The Watcher 2","trackName":"The Watcher 2","artistName":"Jay‐Z feat. 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Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts\n  album: Blueprint 2.1\n  duration_ms: 355000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n  But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters\n  All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n  Doing all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers\n  Disrespecting the game, no home training or manners\n  I was doing this shit when you was shitting your Pampers\n  I was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was\n  Ducking the vans, radars, the scanners\n  Before you knew what \"hard white\" or \"tan\" was\n  I was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers\n  I was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers\n  I was pricking my finger before you knew what a \"Fam\" was\n  I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  300 mil later, now you understand us\n  Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n  You ever seen so much cham' bust in\n  One night, grand fucked up one fight\n  I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  You was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fucking with whom?\n  Allow me to retort\n  You cowards is just now learning the shit that we taught\n  You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n  About a high speed Porsche, i.e\n  You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door\n  Like Eric B. for Pres, respect me in this bitch!\n  You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut\n  You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your little neck up\n  Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n  You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous\n  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n  It's only right I got the right to be king\n  Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n  Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n  Know the shit I don't write be the\n  Illest shit that's ever been recited\n  In the game word to the hyphen in my name!\n  J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa\n  The past, present, nigga the future, proper\n  The holy trinity of hip-hop is us\n  We give Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc\n\n  I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try, but what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n  (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know, just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go, I got people I know\n  Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)\n\n  I'm still on top of the game\n  Still dropping flames, still cock and aim\n  Still at the top had to rock for the fame\n  Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n  Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  The pride and the pain\n  All the way back from the rise of my name\n  See the world clear through the eyes of themane\n  See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n  When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane\n  The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher\n\n  I'm Rated R, my brain contains graphics thangs\n  It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends\n  It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen\n  Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene\n  Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket\n  Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\n  Take away the added profit, it's catastrophic\n  I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n  These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n  The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\n  Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n  In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n  You can try copin', I've seen enough shit\n  To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin'\n  Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n  And I'mma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n"},{"id":2300540,"name":"The Watcher 2","trackName":"The Watcher 2","artistName":"Jay‐Z feat. 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Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts\n  album: 'The Blueprint²: The Gift & The Curse'\n  duration_ms: 357000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n  But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters\n  All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n  Doing all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers\n  Disrespecting the game, no home training or manners\n  I was doing this shit when you was shitting your Pampers\n  I was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was\n  Ducking the vans, radars, the scanners\n  Before you knew what \"hard white\" or \"tan\" was\n  I was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers\n  I was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers\n  I was pricking my finger before you knew what a \"Fam\" was\n  I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  300 mil later, now you understand us\n  Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n  You ever seen so much cham' bust in\n  One night, grand fucked up one fight\n  I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  You was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fucking with whom?\n  Allow me to retort\n  You cowards is just now learning the shit that we taught\n  You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n  About a high speed Porsche, i.e\n  You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door\n  Like Eric B. for Pres, respect me in this bitch!\n  You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut\n  You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your little neck up\n  Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n  You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous\n  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n  It's only right I got the right to be king\n  Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n  Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n  Know the shit I don't write be the\n  Illest shit that's ever been recited\n  In the game word to the hyphen in my name!\n  J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa\n  The past, present, nigga the future, proper\n  The holy trinity of hip-hop is us\n  We give Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc\n\n  I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try, but what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n  (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know, just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go, I got people I know\n  Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)\n\n  I'm still on top of the game\n  Still dropping flames, still cock and aim\n  Still at the top had to rock for the fame\n  Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n  Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  The pride and the pain\n  All the way back from the rise of my name\n  See the world clear through the eyes of themane\n  See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n  When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane\n  The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher\n\n  I'm Rated R, my brain contains graphics thangs\n  It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends\n  It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen\n  Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene\n  Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket\n  Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\n  Take away the added profit, it's catastrophic\n  I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n  These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n  The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\n  Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n  In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n  You can try copin', I've seen enough shit\n  To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin'\n  Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n  And I'mma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n"},{"id":26894344,"name":"The Watcher 2","trackName":"The Watcher 2","artistName":"Jay‐Z feat. 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Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth Hurts\n  album: 'The Blueprint²: The Gift & The Curse'\n  duration_ms: 359293\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n  But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters\n  All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n  Doing all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers\n  Disrespecting the game, no home training or manners\n  I was doing this shit when you was shitting your Pampers\n  I was moving them grams before you knew what a hand in hand was\n  Ducking the vans, radars, the scanners\n  Before you knew what \"hard white\" or \"tan\" was\n  I was hitting the turnpike, aight, with the bammers\n  I was nice with my hands, cuz aight with them hammers\n  I was pricking my finger before you knew what a \"Fam\" was\n  I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  300 mil later, now you understand us\n  Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n  You ever seen so much cham' bust in\n  One night, grand fucked up one fight\n  I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  You was putting Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fucking with whom?\n  Allow me to retort\n  You cowards is just now learning the shit that we taught\n  You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n  About a high speed Porsche, i.e\n  You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door\n  Like Eric B. for Pres, respect me in this bitch!\n  You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut\n  You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your little neck up\n  Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n  You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous\n  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n  It's only right I got the right to be king\n  Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n  Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n  Know the shit I don't write be the\n  Illest shit that's ever been recited\n  In the game word to the hyphen in my name!\n  J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa\n  The past, present, nigga the future, proper\n  The holy trinity of hip-hop is us\n  We give Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc\n\n  I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try, but what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n  (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know, just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go, I got people I know\n  Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)\n\n  I'm still on top of the game\n  Still dropping flames, still cock and aim\n  Still at the top had to rock for the fame\n  Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n  Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  The pride and the pain\n  All the way back from the rise of my name\n  See the world clear through the eyes of themane\n  See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n  When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane\n  The eyes that I played, the best to emerge in the game is the Watcher\n\n  I'm Rated R, my brain contains graphics thangs\n  It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends\n  It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen\n  Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene\n  Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket\n  Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\n  Take away the added profit, it's catastrophic\n  I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n  These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n  The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\n  Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n  In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n  You can try copin', I've seen enough shit\n  To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin'\n  Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n  And I'mma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n"},{"id":38390811,"name":"The Watcher 2","trackName":"The Watcher 2","artistName":"JAY-Z; Dr. Dre; Rakim; Truth Hurts","albumName":"The Blueprint Collector's Edition (Explicit Version)","duration":356.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The Watcher\nGyeah, ugh\nShit I do for a livin', nigga\nShit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!)\nThat's how I live for a livin', nigga\nI'm watching\n'Kay, let's do this\nThe Watcher!\n\nThings just ain't the same for gangstas\nBut I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters\nAll of these rap singers claiming they bangers\nDoing all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers\nDisrespectin' the game, no home training or manners\nI was doing this shit when you was shitting in Pampers\nI was moving them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\nDucking the vans, radars, and scanners\n\nBefore you knew what hard white or tan was\nI was hitting the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\nI was nice with my hands, 'cause I'm hype with them hammers\nI was pricking my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\nI had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\nThree hundred mil' later, now you understand us\nY'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\nYou ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\nGrand, fucked up one fight\n\nI was on the Peter Pan bus\nYou was putting Peter Pan up in your room\nY'all fuckin' with whom? Allow me to retort\nYou cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\nYou niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n'Bout a high-speed Porsche\nI.E., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n'Til I came through the door like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\nRespect me in this bitch!\n\nYou can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\nYou was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\nNow you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\nYou think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\nI blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\nIt's only right I got the right to be king\nNiggas that got life really like what I sing\n'Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n\nKnow the shit I don't write\nBe the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\nWord to the hyphen in my name\nJ-A-Y dash Hoffa\nThe past, present, nigga, the future, proper\nThe Holy Trinity in Hip-Hop is us\nWe give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\nIt's the Roc\n\nI know you got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try but what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low\n\nI'm still on top of the game\nStill droppin' flames, still cock and aim\nStill at the top, had to rock for the fame\nOver setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\nYou seen it all, how I got, how I gained\nThe momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\nWhen I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\nThe streets, they made a special spot for my name\n\nDre, haters want a stop to my reign\nBut the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\nThe pride and the pain\nAll the way back from the rise of my name\nSee the world clear through the eyes of the man\nSee the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\nWhen the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane, the odds that I played\nThe best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n\nI know you got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try but what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low\n\nI'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\nIt turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\nIt's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\nWhich means I can see the whole planet in the scene\nCash is the topic, the object? A fatter pocket\nSome take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\nTake away to add a profit, it's catastrophic\nI take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n\nThese New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\nThe world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\nYo, my neighborhood is never sunny\nIn the place where the number one cause of death is money\nYou can try coping\nI seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\nI'm still alive and scoping\nBe another hundred years 'til my skies close in\nAnd I'ma die with my eyes open, The Watcher\n\nI know you got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try but what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay low\n\nThe Watcher\nThe Watcher\nI'm watching, The Watcher\nBah, bah, The Watcher\nThe Watcher","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08]The Watcher\n[00:02.65]Gyeah, ugh\n[00:06.75]Shit I do for a livin', nigga\n[00:09.27]Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!)\n[00:11.42]That's how I live for a livin', nigga\n[00:15.02]I'm watching\n[00:17.82]'Kay, let's do this\n[00:19.95]The Watcher!\n[00:20.96]Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n[00:22.93]But I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters\n[00:25.42]All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n[00:27.63]Doing all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers\n[00:30.12]Disrespectin' the game, no home training or manners\n[00:32.58]I was doing this shit when you was shitting in Pampers\n[00:34.92]I was moving them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\n[00:37.93]Ducking the vans, radars, and scanners\n[00:40.13]Before you knew what hard white or tan was\n[00:42.28]I was hitting the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\n[00:44.55]I was nice with my hands, 'cause I'm hype with them hammers\n[00:46.99]I was pricking my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\n[00:49.55]I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n[00:51.90]Three hundred mil' later, now you understand us\n[00:54.38]Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n[00:55.88]You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\n[00:58.28]Grand, fucked up one fight\n[00:59.21]I was on the Peter Pan bus\n[01:00.74]You was putting Peter Pan up in your room\n[01:02.87]Y'all fuckin' with whom? Allow me to retort\n[01:05.66]You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\n[01:08.86]You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n[01:11.12]'Bout a high-speed Porsche\n[01:12.64]I.E., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n[01:14.72]'Til I came through the door like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\n[01:17.17]Respect me in this bitch!\n[01:18.71]You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\n[01:20.95]You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\n[01:23.39]Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches\n[01:26.04]You think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\n[01:28.40]I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n[01:30.95]It's only right I got the right to be king\n[01:33.07]Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n[01:35.42]'Cause they know what it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n[01:37.89]Know the shit I don't write\n[01:38.78]Be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\n[01:41.19]Word to the hyphen in my name\n[01:42.81]J-A-Y dash Hoffa\n[01:45.51]The past, present, nigga, the future, proper\n[01:47.82]The Holy Trinity in Hip-Hop is us\n[01:49.80]We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\n[01:52.27]It's the Roc\n[01:52.93]I know you got your eyes on me\n[01:56.53]I feel you watching me\n[01:59.05]But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[02:02.51]You try but what you think you saw\n[02:05.91]Ain't what you thought you saw\n[02:08.65]You better off not looking at all\n[02:11.31]Everywhere that I go\n[02:13.65]Ain't the same as before\n[02:16.13]People I used to know\n[02:18.47]Just don't know me no more\n[02:20.91]But everywhere that I go\n[02:23.43]I got people I know\n[02:25.72]Who got people they know\n[02:28.14]So I suggest you lay low\n[02:31.62]I'm still on top of the game\n[02:33.65]Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n[02:36.28]Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n[02:38.50]Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n[02:41.19]You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n[02:43.28]The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n[02:46.15]When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n[02:48.24]The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n[02:50.90]Dre, haters want a stop to my reign\n[02:53.14]But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n[02:55.42]The pride and the pain\n[02:56.90]All the way back from the rise of my name\n[02:59.05]See the world clear through the eyes of the man\n[03:01.42]See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n[03:03.83]When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane, the odds that I played\n[03:07.45]The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n[03:10.39]I know you got your eyes on me\n[03:13.85]I feel you watching me\n[03:16.38]But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[03:19.85]You try but what you think you saw\n[03:23.54]Ain't what you thought you saw\n[03:26.30]You better off not looking at all\n[03:28.90]Everywhere that I go\n[03:31.05]Ain't the same as before\n[03:33.34]People I used to know\n[03:36.01]Just don't know me no more\n[03:38.24]But everywhere that I go\n[03:40.87]I got people I know\n[03:43.45]Who got people they know\n[03:45.36]So I suggest you lay low\n[03:48.60]I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\n[03:51.16]It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\n[03:53.41]It's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\n[03:55.99]Which means I can see the whole planet in the scene\n[03:58.36]Cash is the topic, the object? A fatter pocket\n[04:00.99]Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it\n[04:03.18]Take away to add a profit, it's catastrophic\n[04:05.32]I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it\n[04:08.12]These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n[04:10.47]The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me\n[04:12.96]Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n[04:14.84]In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n[04:17.97]You can try coping\n[04:18.82]I seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\n[04:21.26]I'm still alive and scoping\n[04:22.68]Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n[04:25.06]And I'ma die with my eyes open, The Watcher\n[04:32.85]I know you got your eyes on me\n[04:36.43]I feel you watching me\n[04:38.74]But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[04:42.30]You try but what you think you saw\n[04:45.99]Ain't what you thought you saw\n[04:48.45]You better off not looking at all\n[04:51.19]Everywhere that I go\n[04:53.84]Ain't the same as before\n[04:56.09]People I used to know\n[04:58.31]Just don't know me no more\n[05:00.76]But everywhere that I go\n[05:03.25]I got people I know\n[05:05.77]Who got people they know\n[05:07.92]So I suggest you lay low\n[05:15.86]The Watcher\n[05:25.53]The Watcher\n[05:34.22]I'm watching, The Watcher\n[05:41.85]Bah, bah, The Watcher\n[05:53.41]The Watcher\n[05:55.11]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Watcher 2\n  artist: JAY-Z; Dr. Dre; Rakim; Truth Hurts\n  album: The Blueprint Collector's Edition (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 356000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The Watcher\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 2650\n- text: Gyeah, ugh\n  start_ms: 2650\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: Shit I do for a livin', nigga\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 9270\n- text: Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (The Watcher!)\n  start_ms: 9270\n  end_ms: 11420\n- text: That's how I live for a livin', nigga\n  start_ms: 11420\n  end_ms: 15020\n- text: I'm watching\n  start_ms: 15020\n  end_ms: 17820\n- text: '''Kay, let''s do this'\n  start_ms: 17820\n  end_ms: 19950\n- text: The Watcher!\n  start_ms: 19950\n  end_ms: 20960\n- text: Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n  start_ms: 20960\n  end_ms: 22930\n- text: But I'm a lil' too famous to shoot these pranksters\n  start_ms: 22930\n  end_ms: 25420\n- text: All of these rap singers claiming they bangers\n  start_ms: 25420\n  end_ms: 27630\n- text: Doing all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers\n  start_ms: 27630\n  end_ms: 30120\n- text: Disrespectin' the game, no home training or manners\n  start_ms: 30120\n  end_ms: 32580\n- text: I was doing this shit when you was shitting in Pampers\n  start_ms: 32580\n  end_ms: 34920\n- text: I was moving them grams 'fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\n  start_ms: 34920\n  end_ms: 37930\n- text: Ducking the vans, radars, and scanners\n  start_ms: 37930\n  end_ms: 40130\n- text: Before you knew what hard white or tan was\n  start_ms: 40130\n  end_ms: 42280\n- text: I was hitting the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\n  start_ms: 42280\n  end_ms: 44550\n- text: I was nice with my hands, 'cause I'm hype with them hammers\n  start_ms: 44550\n  end_ms: 46990\n- text: I was pricking my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\n  start_ms: 46990\n  end_ms: 49550\n- text: I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  start_ms: 49550\n  end_ms: 51900\n- text: Three hundred mil' later, now you understand us\n  start_ms: 51900\n  end_ms: 54380\n- text: Y'all ain't see us coming through Vegas\n  start_ms: 54380\n  end_ms: 55880\n- text: You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\n  start_ms: 55880\n  end_ms: 58280\n- text: Grand, fucked up one fight\n  start_ms: 58280\n  end_ms: 59210\n- text: I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  start_ms: 59210\n  end_ms: 60740\n- text: You was putting Peter Pan up in your room\n  start_ms: 60740\n  end_ms: 62870\n- text: Y'all fuckin' with whom? 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grams\n  'Fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\n  Duckin' the vans, radars, the scanners\n\n  Before you knew what \"hard,\" \"white,\" or \"tan\" was\n  I was hittin' the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\n  I was nice with my hands, 'cause a'ight with them hammers\n  I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\n  I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  300 mill' later, now you understand us\n  Y'all ain't see us comin' through Vegas\n  You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\n  Grand fucked up one fight\n\n  I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your room\n  Y'all fuckin' with whom?\n  Allow me to retort\n  You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\n  You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n  'Bout a high-speed Porsche\n  I.e., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n  'Til I came through the door, like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\n  Respect me in this bitch!\n\n  You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\n  You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\n  Now, you too big for your britches\n  You got a few little bitches\n  You think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\n  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n  It's only right I got the right to be king\n  Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n  'Cause they know it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n\n  Know the shit I don't write\n  Be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\n  Word to the hyphen in my name\n  J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa\n  The past, present, nigga, the future, proper\n  The holy trinity of hip-hop is us\n  We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\n  It's the Roc!\n\n  I know\n  You got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try\n  But what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know\n  Just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go\n  I got people I know\n  Who got people they know\n  So I suggest you lay low\n\n  I'm still on top of the game\n  Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n  Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n  Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n\n  Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  The pride and the pain\n  All the way back from the rise of my name\n  See the world clear through the eyes of the man\n  See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n  When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane\n  The odds that I played\n  The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n\n  I know\n  You got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard 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A fatter pocket\nSome take the crack and chop it\nBut those that haven't got it take away to add a profit\nIt's catastrophic, I take the gat and cock it\nAnd I'll sit back and watch it\n\nThese New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\nThe world is mine, and can't nobody keep it from me\nYo, my neighborhood is never sunny\nIn the place where the number one cause of death is money\nYou can try coping\nI've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\nI'm still alive and scoping\nBe another hundred years 'til my skies close in\nAnd I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n\nI know\nYou got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try\nBut what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay 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all\n[02:11.62] Everywhere that I go\n[02:13.27] Ain't the same as before\n[02:15.66] People I used to know\n[02:18.06] Just don't know me no more\n[02:20.52] But everywhere that I go\n[02:22.97] I got people I know\n[02:25.53] Who got people they know\n[02:27.80] So I suggest you lay low\n[02:30.93] I'm still on top of the game\n[02:33.52] Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n[02:36.08] Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n[02:38.10] Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n[02:40.70] You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n[02:43.01] The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n[02:45.42] When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n[02:47.72] The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n[02:50.31] Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n[02:52.80] But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n[02:55.27] The pride and the pain\n[02:56.37] All the way back from the rise of my name\n[02:58.74] See the world clear through the eyes of the 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A fatter pocket\nSome take the crack and chop it\nBut those that haven't got it take away to add a profit\nIt's catastrophic, I take the gat and cock it\nAnd I'll sit back and watch it\n\nThese New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\nThe world is mine, and can't nobody keep it from me\nYo, my neighborhood is never sunny\nIn the place where the number one cause of death is money\nYou can try coping\nI've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\nI'm still alive and scoping\nBe another hundred years 'til my skies close in\nAnd I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n\nI know\nYou got your eyes on me\nI feel you watching me\nBut it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\nYou try\nBut what you think you saw\nAin't what you thought you saw\nYou better off not looking at all\n\nEverywhere that I go\nAin't the same as before\nPeople I used to know\nJust don't know me no more\nBut everywhere that I go\nI got people I know\nWho got people they know\nSo I suggest you lay 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all\n[02:11.62] Everywhere that I go\n[02:13.27] Ain't the same as before\n[02:15.66] People I used to know\n[02:18.06] Just don't know me no more\n[02:20.52] But everywhere that I go\n[02:22.97] I got people I know\n[02:25.53] Who got people they know\n[02:27.80] So I suggest you lay low\n[02:30.93] I'm still on top of the game\n[02:33.52] Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n[02:36.08] Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n[02:38.10] Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n[02:40.70] You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n[02:43.01] The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n[02:45.42] When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n[02:47.72] The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n[02:50.31] Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n[02:52.80] But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n[02:55.27] The pride and the pain\n[02:56.37] All the way back from the rise of my name\n[02:58.74] See the world clear through the eyes of the man\n[03:01.21] See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n[03:03.77] When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane\n[03:06.21] The odds that I played\n[03:07.22] The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n[03:10.34] I know\n[03:11.35] You got your eyes on me\n[03:13.72] I feel you watching me\n[03:16.16] But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[03:19.89] You try\n[03:20.93] But what you think you saw\n[03:23.46] Ain't what you thought you saw\n[03:25.75] You better off not looking at all\n[03:29.19] Everywhere that I go\n[03:30.93] Ain't the same as before\n[03:33.37] People I used to know\n[03:35.77] Just don't know me no more\n[03:38.26] But everywhere that I go\n[03:40.56] I got people I know\n[03:43.01] Who got people they know\n[03:45.38] So I suggest you lay low\n[03:48.23] I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\n[03:50.71] It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\n[03:53.38] It's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\n[03:55.65] Which 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A fatter pocket\n[04:00.41] Some take the crack and chop it\n[04:01.86] But those that haven't got it take away to add a profit\n[04:04.12] It's catastrophic, I take the gat and cock it\n[04:06.58] And I'll sit back and watch it\n[04:07.91] These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n[04:10.36] The world is mine, and can't nobody keep it from me\n[04:12.79] Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n[04:14.69] In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n[04:17.77] You can try coping\n[04:18.70] I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\n[04:21.14] I'm still alive and scoping\n[04:22.42] Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n[04:24.71] And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n[04:28.95] \n[04:32.28] I know\n[04:33.61] You got your eyes on me\n[04:36.06] I feel you watching me\n[04:38.45] But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n[04:42.05] You try\n[04:43.26] But what you think you saw\n[04:45.59] Ain't what you thought you saw\n[04:47.82] You better off not looking at all\n[04:50.82] Everywhere that I go\n[04:53.24] Ain't the same as before\n[04:55.68] People I used to know\n[04:58.03] Just don't know me no more\n[05:00.40] But everywhere that I go\n[05:02.83] I got people I know\n[05:05.34] Who got people they know\n[05:07.68] So I suggest you lay low\n[05:13.38] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Watcher 2 (feat. 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People I used to know\n  start_ms: 295680\n  end_ms: 298030\n- text: Just don't know me no more\n  start_ms: 298030\n  end_ms: 300400\n- text: But everywhere that I go\n  start_ms: 300400\n  end_ms: 302830\n- text: I got people I know\n  start_ms: 302830\n  end_ms: 305340\n- text: Who got people they know\n  start_ms: 305340\n  end_ms: 307680\n- text: So I suggest you lay low\n  start_ms: 307680\n  end_ms: 313380\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 313380\nplain: |-\n  (Watcher!)\n  Jeah, uhh\n  Shit I do for a livin', nigga\n  Shit I eat for a livin', nigga (watcher!)\n  That's how I live for a livin', nigga (watchin'!)\n  Okay, let's do this (the watcher!)\n\n  Things just ain't the same for gangstas\n  But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters\n  All of these rap singers, claimin' they bangers\n  Doin' all sorts of twisted shit with their fingers\n  Disrespectin' the game, no home training or manners\n  I was doin' this shit when you was shittin' your Pampers\n  I was movin' them grams\n  'Fore you knew what a hand-to-hand was\n  Duckin' the vans, radars, the scanners\n\n  Before you knew what \"hard,\" \"white,\" or \"tan\" was\n  I was hittin' the turnpike, a'ight with the bammers\n  I was nice with my hands, 'cause a'ight with them hammers\n  I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a fam' was\n  I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was\n  300 mill' later, now you understand us\n  Y'all ain't see us comin' through Vegas\n  You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night?\n  Grand fucked up one fight\n\n  I was on the Peter Pan bus\n  You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your room\n  Y'all fuckin' with whom?\n  Allow me to retort\n  You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we taught\n  You niggas ain't know about a Robb Report\n  'Bout a high-speed Porsche\n  I.e., you niggas ain't know how to floss\n  'Til I came through the door, like \"Eric B. for Prez\"\n  Respect me in this bitch!\n\n  You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut\n  You was sucking 'em so long, fucking your lil' neck up\n  Now, you too big for your britches\n  You got a few little bitches\n  You think you Hugh Hef', but you just ridiculous\n  I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game\n  It's only right I got the right to be king\n  Niggas that got life really like what I sing\n  'Cause they know it's really like, niggas feel my pain\n\n  Know the shit I don't write\n  Be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game\n  Word to the hyphen in my name\n  J-A-Y, Dash, Hoffa\n  The past, present, nigga, the future, proper\n  The holy trinity of hip-hop is us\n  We give Dre his props, but that's where it stops\n  It's the Roc!\n\n  I know\n  You got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try\n  But what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know\n  Just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go\n  I got people I know\n  Who got people they know\n  So I suggest you lay low\n\n  I'm still on top of the game\n  Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim\n  Still at the top, had to rock for the fame\n  Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came\n  You seen it all, how I got, how I gained\n  The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain\n  When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim\n  The streets, they made a special spot for my name\n\n  Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign\n  But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins\n  The pride and the pain\n  All the way back from the rise of my name\n  See the world clear through the eyes of the man\n  See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave\n  When the beat bangs, it'll drive 'em insane\n  The odds that I played\n  The best to emerge in the game, it's The Watcher\n\n  I know\n  You got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try\n  But what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know\n  Just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go\n  I got people I know\n  Who got people they know\n  So I suggest you lay low\n\n  I'm rated R, my brain contains graphic things\n  It turn traumatic teens into addicts and fiends\n  It's like watching a movie through a panoramic screen\n  Which means I can see the whole planet in the scene\n  Cash is the topic, the object? A fatter pocket\n  Some take the crack and chop it\n  But those that haven't got it take away to add a profit\n  It's catastrophic, I take the gat and cock it\n  And I'll sit back and watch it\n\n  These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully\n  The world is mine, and can't nobody keep it from me\n  Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny\n  In the place where the number one cause of death is money\n  You can try coping\n  I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken\n  I'm still alive and scoping\n  Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in\n  And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher\n\n  I know\n  You got your eyes on me\n  I feel you watching me\n  But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me\n  You try\n  But what you think you saw\n  Ain't what you thought you saw\n  You better off not looking at all\n\n  Everywhere that I go\n  Ain't the same as before\n  People I used to know\n  Just don't know me no more\n  But everywhere that I go\n  I got people I know\n  Who got people they know\n  So I suggest you lay low\n"}]