Punchline And Wordsworth - Watching Me lyrics

[Punchline] Yeah, we gonna hold it down forever How long has it been since you been rhymin? [Wordsworth] Since I was five I was nice for my age First grade I was writin raps on my page Second, I was rollin dice gettin A's (head crack) Third, gave teachers advice how to play Fourth, I had a half-moon with a fade Fifth, stepped in the cla**room with some waves Sixth, learned ways on how to stay paid (money) Seventh, the basement is where I got laid (p**y) Eighth, cut to the lunchroom and played spades [Punchline] [Nine] Thats when I enter the stage From Lees to Iceberg we all had dreams Spilt the bag when I first rolled weed Seeds and all, suprised when I saw C-Note Till my eyes popped out like that dude in Casino Now I spit raps to reminisce on the fun Or when I used to kick n***a's doors and run Now I stack ones, and spit rhymes to the ma** Toast and raise gla** to the rappers that pa**ed I drink liquor, and plan how I'm gonna hit ya It'll always be them little young n***as that'll get ya [Chorus] Everybody in the world watchin me But ain't nobody stoppin me We got this sh** on lock and key Let's set this sh** off properly, see [repeat] [Wordsworth] Words, searchin and flirtin I hate my women and drinks virgins (b**h) Got your chick in the click, observin Talkin about us, puttin their perms in Learn when, I turn ten, thats certain Chicks look good but hang with bird friends Instigatin, puttin their words in Probably just dikes and don't even prefer men Court adjournin, your life you're servin But the dough your wife will have, you turned in [Punchline] Punchline, now I twist hoes and spit ten at your squad Back then I used to break on the box and pop hard Floss hard, and lose cash to me Wanna ball but can't make the team like Master P We can kick rhymes on stage or you can fax me King of the Punk Jam, battle cats to apache It's all good, from suburbs to hoods Where they drink Henny and hold iron like Tiger Woods I close eyes and paint pictures, write scriptures For street n***as, and try to grow six figures [Chorus x2] [Wordsworth] True that, earned a few stacks through raps Now my credit cards got a new max Everything from my hat to shoes match (gear) Cost a G, and that includes tax Screw that, met this hood rat, with two brats (hoes) Heres two packs of weed with two tracks New Jack show me where her school's at (right there) Hit it to two tracks, had to be glued back We eat them two cats, provide what you lack Who's that? Punch and Words y'all better move back [Punchline] We can pick up guns and just shoot the five Until we die and lace all family ties Spliff ties, I advise you don't play hero Fans wanna an*lyze this like Dinero Gun sounds pierce your earlobe until you bleed If I die then tell Words to raise my seed You copped my tape cuz my rap style's great Define Punchline, Revelation 1:8 When I get cake, whole block playa hates Any debates we can handle face to face [Chorus x2]