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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 know to run get shot
I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' Doc

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus
If not I rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but 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 pastor can him
I'm far from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my piece

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

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

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

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a song Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no verse 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 line it was payback
Keep fuckin' with me nigga I'll put you me
your car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

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

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know what I'm
I never take shots at
just somethin' I don't do

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

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

I gotta restore the feelin' it from under the rock
After the dog pound 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 and I don't know Dre
You do me like X-Zibit 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 Gorilla

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

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke 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 the documentary, documentary