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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 there before, now I'm fuckin' Doc

Gotta do them Calvin numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I 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 religious but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow in my Jesus piece

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

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

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

Told Ed and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
that mayback line 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 dot your eyes
You do life in a cementary I'll do mine Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown with my legs
And my air force middle finger up, the world

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

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

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

Let me tell you why I do this
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a hoover
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is

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

I restore the feelin' it crawled from under the rock
After the dog crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of middle
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 X-Zibit and cut half of my face?
I take all the credit for the west back on the map
If you ain't that guess I'm Gorilla Black

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

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