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

do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like 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 under the
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can him
I'm far from religious but I got
So I put cannary diamonds in my Jesus piece

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll
Now your song west story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear 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 take shots at legends
That's somethin' I don't do

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

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

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

If I tell you I Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like X-Zibit and cut half of my
I all the credit for puttin' the west 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 doggy style I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

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