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What happened in hip hop got Pac and Big shot
The plots, now every rapper claim he let his clique pop
But even myself tote a gun and know to run get shot
I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' Doc

do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' Mason but when it comes to mase
off, Kelly, I don't take it in the face

I find out who sprayed it, I'm puttin' you the pavement
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or pastor can save him
I'm far from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow in my Jesus piece

I came back from the dead a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I for three years while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song his pops

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the

Ready to die without a doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the documentary,

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a song Mary Blige
My niggas got a from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I in his face

Told Ed Lover and Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With mayback line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga put you under me
your car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

If you cross my T I'll dot eyes
You do life in a cementary I'll do with Shyne
Come home sit in the with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the

'Cause I'm feelin' like when 'Life After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I my best friend
I'm the dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out albums every years

You know what speakin' of Jay that makes me roll down
Now your song west story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear throwbacks or drive, in maybacks"
Is that a shot at Jay? Naa, I was talkin' Ja Rule

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know what I'm
I take shots at legends
just somethin' I don't do

Let me tell you why I do this
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause was a hoover crip
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I could finally put the on
Now that the rumors of and Q gone
They say truth hurts sunk, quick sand
Don't stop me in and ask about Hitman

I gotta restore the feelin' it crawled from the rock
After the dog crushed the buildings
I got a to feed, I'm the middle of middle children
We can talk about a after I sell five million

If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't Dre
You gonna do me X-Zibit and cut half of my face?
I take all the credit for the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary, documentary