| Intro:
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| Hey man, what the fuck is you looking at?
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| I always feel like, feel like, feel like, feel like, feel like
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| Somebody’s watching me!
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| Surrounded by this technology
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| Middle fingers, no apology
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| Were not gonna fall as I can see
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| In the words of Pac, All eyez on me!
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| I always feel like, feel like, feel like, feel like, feel like
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| Somebody’s watching me!
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| Surrounded by this technology
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| Middle fingers, no apology
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| Were not gonna fall as I can see
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| In the words of Pac, All eyez on me!
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| Am I paranoid, it don’t matter no more
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| I feel like a walking reality show
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| As soon as a nigga walk outta that door
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| They at me, so I need a strategy yo
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| TMZ and these desperate niggas, See, they can’t wait to put the dirt on me
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| I hold the heat, what Im left with, Bet these niggas won’t try to run up on me
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| This fame things is cool but crazy
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| Fans be screaming I’ll do it Layzie
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| Niggas in the backround plotting & scheming
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| And how they gonna get in my pockets, baby?
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| Shady, in a world so cruel
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| Cause niggas ain’t moving quite like I do
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| I dip & dive in my birds eye view
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| Got a gift to get & they heard I do
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| Run a little game, in they face
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| Hundred lil thangs, move that way
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| Money on the brain, food on the plate
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| Waiting, for a nigga to come try take it from me
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| Plotting on me, they want what I got
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| And I’m Watching homie
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| Red beam on the Glock & I’ll pop it on ya
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| From the smart phone, to the traffic lights
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| They monitor when I ain’t acting right
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| Like 24/7 I’m under surveillance
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| They’re tapping me, and they’re invading my rights
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| I see, ain’t no privacy
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| To the crossroads, With they Barcodes
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| But the day they try to put a mark on me
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| I’mma take with me a few lost souls
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| I’mma floss ho, I’mma ???
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| Niggas ain’t got no Heart, you better try some
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| These niggas like fiends that scheme at highstroll
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| Watch keys to your house and leave the lights on, oh
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| I’m on some other shit, still rep Murder on the Government
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| Shit’s out the hand, Population Control
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| But we’re still in the night club loving it
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| And they’re shoving it in our face
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| Mickey D’z, how you like that taste?
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| Nigga 4'8″ with a 40 inch waist
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| And they wondering why we can’t win that race
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| Wait! |
| This feel like a chase
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| They after me for my high hopes
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| Like a nigga really walking on a tight rope
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| Like an Atom up under that microscope
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| Ay, Got some pretty stiff visions
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| Do you really think it mattered if a mother fucker dig it?
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| I can care less if a nigga can’t get it
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| Only thing matter that I Did it
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| Bitches, feel the business, stitches and haters
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| You couldn’t kill this vibe if you try
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| Still the realest, everybody say it
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| They done seen the truth with they eyes
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| Yeah, see they watched the swag
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| They watch me popping tags
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| Download my brand new Mixtape
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| So they can copy that
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| I’m like their favorite network
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| And they call me up saying «Let's Work»
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| They askin me question after question
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| Trying to guess my network
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| Maybe they’ll know what I know
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| Maybe they’ll go where I go
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| Cause they know if they follow
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| I’ll bring a new tomorrow!
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| I’mma take a chance, even if it means that they gotta come get me
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| Nigga wanna dance, open up the flow
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| Hit‘em with the lights so they could see clearly |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Somebodies Watching Me , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album Law of Attraction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп