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

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

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

I came back from the dead without a part of my
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I waited for three years while else dropped
Now I why Nas did a song with his pops

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

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

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

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
With that mayback it was payback time
fuckin' with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

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

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know I'm sayin'
I never take shots at
That's 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
First day I got I had to prove I spit
Freestyle Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

If I you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like X-Zibit and cut half of my
I take all the credit for puttin' the back on the map
If you ain't that guess I'm Gorilla Black

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

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