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

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

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 diamonds in my piece

I came back from the without a part of my chest
Layed in a bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three years while everybody dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a 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 at it, illmatic 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, fuck it, I did a with Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no verse Jay
I guess on West Side Story he I spit in his face

Told Ed Lover and Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback it was payback time
Keep fuckin' me nigga 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 with
Come home sit in the with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You what I'm sayin'
I take shots at legends
just somethin' I don't do

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

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

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

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

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

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