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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 Calvin numbers
If not I rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to
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 can save him
I'm far from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my Jesus

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

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, illmatic and that's the

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 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 hook Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I spit in his

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
that mayback line it was payback time
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 I'll dot eyes
You do life in a I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown with my crossed
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 my best friend
I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll hear
The first nigga only put out every seven years

You what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song side story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear throwbacks or drive, 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 shots at legends
That's just 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 prove I
Freestyle Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

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

I'm 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, illmatic and that's the

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