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

do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media I'm fakin' like 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 baptist can save him
I'm far from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow in my Jesus piece

I back from the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song his pops

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

Ready to die without a doubt
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 that's the documentary,

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

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
With that mayback line it was payback
Keep with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and it in for eight 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 legs
And my air force middle up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me down
Now your west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't throwbacks or drive, ride 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 what I'm sayin'
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 Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I could finally put the on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and Q
They say truth hurts sunk, quick sand
stop me in traffic and ask about Hitman

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

If I tell you I Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like 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 Black

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

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