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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 a gun and know to run then get shot
I've been before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

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

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

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

I'm 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

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
Until they 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 Mary Blige
My niggas got a from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I in his face

Told Ed Lover and Luv I was talkin' to Ja
that mayback line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga put you under me
Take car and trade 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 my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the

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

You know what of Jay that 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 know I'm sayin'
I never take at legends
just somethin' I don't do

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

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

I restore the feelin' it crawled from under 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 loan after I sell five

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

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

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 still at it, illmatic and the documentary, documentary