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What in hip hop that 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

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

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

I came back the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on arrest
I waited for three years while everybody else
Now I understand why Nas did a with his pops

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

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

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

Told Ed and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback line it was payback
Keep with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for three hundred C's

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

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You what I'm sayin'
I never take at legends
That's just somethin' I do

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

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

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

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

I'm ready to die without a doubt
Smoke and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary

Ready to die a reasonable doubt
chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary, documentary