Watch Dem Niggas (Acappella)

Lyrics

Avatar the Articulate - "Watch Dem Niggas" [Emcee(s): Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] [Producer(s): Trackmasters (Original Instrumental from Nas - "Watch Dem Niggas")] [Verse 1: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] They wanna see you fail, they're hoping you hit in a hail of bullets Your train to be derailed, the preacher to wail up at your pulpit You never pictured it. Sadly, coworkers be wishing you badly Hating on Avie, hoping you crash your Benz up while touching the navi' Then wanna get with your girl, wanna scream "rape" You gotta watch them bitches too—it's just from seeing your place They dumb, they save the cum when you skeet on their face Be on your papes, you're the reason they conversate of late And worst part is it be my heart and my friends. They wanna Bark at lem, see him disembark with his gems Never knew it was you I'd wanna stomp with my Timbs, then Cooler heads prevailed. More to lose than jewels, fools packing Tools, bumping Ready to Die as I cruise Biggie had to lose, LAPD clap us en route. What if Tupac Shakur never went to rap for them dudes? Rap superstars killed, no trail, no pursuit Just a reminder: when you leave, your label better chill with fatal Outlaw players that pop cops that try to slay you CEOs could go, blow poles that try to play who? Me? What? You love my shit, nigga [Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh) and Foxy Brown] (x2) Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the way [Verse 2: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh)] The most vulgar, lathery cum 'pon the vulva, leave her Quick to pull the heater, throwing gem stars and swinging cleavers Hemming up spots, you're not much for me to speak of Really, how I'ma sound dissing a bunch of weakness Faster than Preakness, and you wonder why the industry hits Their own artists, become targets, then they sell at Target It's all for profit and it isn't hard to see like Sputnik Biggie and Pac made bread dead, and Ms. Wallace Is getting jerked, Afeni selling Tupac shirts and Amaru headphones, no Xanadu redbones Just clones and homes at graveyards with tombstones. Although Big and Pac were friends, shots would end that trend Diddy and Pac rocked on stage, but bullets sprayed then Niggas in prison told him Big was out to get him. Was he Paranoid, tripping? Boys shot you in a chair, limping Now you gotta come hard or appear simping Hit 'em up—"Who Shot Ya?" got the hood listening while He stood, kicking some man at that casino—his own Man knew the camera captured the whole scene, so Alibis set, he's covered when you get wet, then get Biggie hit for kicks just to cover all bets, and what If Biggie was with Diddy that time instead of Shyne and J.Lo? Would they have different lawyers or would the loyal stay true? So fuck a deal—I don't feel like doing shit that they do Labels look out for number one, and that ain't you No matter the praise and pretty colors they paint you They hate you since grade school, mad 'cause they went to trade School. I made you, I'm deep, geek, you in the wade pool [Hook: Avatar the Articulate (AKA Avie Fresh) and Foxy Brown] (x2) Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do 'Cause you know they be thinking 'bout smoking you Never personal, nowadays, it's the way