Watchin' Me

[Popa Chief] Stay off the radar, banging with the guitar Better ya sit to par, Duc Lo in the strip bar I bumped into this dancing chick and her name was Caviar Only richer cuz I knew star From the bottom of my shot glass, saw more than ass Zoom, reaching for his cash or his gun in his bag Sometimes I feel like somebody's watchin' me Got a trick for a proof, disappear on the same slang on 'em Bang on 'em, get ghetto James Bond on 'em I ain't seen nothing, I ain't heard nothing First thing, don't let 'em know, know last name is nothing [Dungeon Masta] Eh-yo here's the situation, my name is Joe Ski Rap niggas hating, I won't face defeat Parasites waiting to deflate me of energy Running, hunting a V, in my vest with no fee Was gonna get the trees, stay on point for the enemy Death to the mothafuckas, niggas ain't shit to me I can't afford to go back, man Talk so much beef so what you kidnap him Hogtie him and duct tape him And if you try to catch me I'm escaping The D.A. don't want me in music Like the way they locked me down in the drug game [Chorus x2: Buddha Monk] I always feel like somebody's watchin' me And I ain't got no privacy.. ohh ohh ohh I always feel like somebody's watchin' me Oh tell me who can it be? Ohh ohh ohh [Silkski] My patience is gone, know where is he? An eye for an eye means a new identity Fingertips cut cuz the feds are befriending me Fifth to the rib cuz it won't be the end of me Stash a leaf in the bulletproof Grab the heat in my shining Brooklyn Zu Sound like my faith is gonna die from my infrared Cuz we all little shivers or bullets scared Oriental mocassins cover my feet Skimasks, vests, black gloves and gold teeth Still scoping a nigga from across the street But once again, feeling the agony of defeat [Buddha Monk] I was raised where it's drawn F.B.I. got taps on our phone, rats in our homes Slugs worth life time, knife work, three consecutive nines Fight scenes, grateful for mines I'm Duc Lo, giving songs of Picasso Still watching my house from crime mafia boats Now more horsey, more horsey Partner you ain't got no wins in mi casa Your land of the dreams ain't nothing but dreams Get up off yo' ass and get that C.R.E.A.M M.O.B., nigga, money over bitches Snitches get lifted, clipped from ya slipping [Chorus]