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

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

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

I came back from the dead a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I waited for years while everybody else dropped
Now I why Nas did a song with his pops

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

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

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

Told Ed and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With mayback line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for three hundred C's

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

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

You know what of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song west story, you got a line that says
"Don't throwbacks or drive, ride 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 shots at legends
just somethin' I don't do

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

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

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

If I tell you I Game and I don't know 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 feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla Black

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

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