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

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

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

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

I'm ready to die 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, 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 still at it, and that's the documentary, 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 Side 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' me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and it in for eight three hundred C's

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

'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 only put out albums every seven years

You know speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line says
"Don't throwbacks 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 what I'm
I never take shots at
That's just somethin' I 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 prove I
Freestyle with Busta son, Duke is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and Q
They say truth sunk, like quick sand
stop me in traffic and ask about Hitman

I gotta 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 and I don't know Dre
You do me like X-Zibit and cut half of my face?
I take all the credit for puttin' the back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that I'm Gorilla Black

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

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