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

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

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

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

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
chronic and hit it doggy 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 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 documentary,

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know 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
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I 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 crawled from under the
After the dog crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the of middle children
We can talk about a loan I sell five million

If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't 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 feelin' that I'm Gorilla Black

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

to die without 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, illmatic and that's the documentary,