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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 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 numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to
off, Kelly, I don't take it in the face

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

I came back from the without a part of my chest
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 without a reasonable
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the

Ready to die without a reasonable
chronic and hit it doggy style before 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 with Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook Faith, no verse from Jay
I on West Side Story he thought I spit in his face

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

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

'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when 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 only put out albums seven years

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me down
Now your song west side story, you got a line 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 what 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 hoover
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

I gotta restore the it crawled from under the rock
the dog pound crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the of middle children
We can talk a loan after I sell five million

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

I'm 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 that's the

to die without 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, documentary