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

do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like but when it comes 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 baptist pastor can him
I'm far from religious but I got
So I put cannary diamonds in my Jesus piece

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

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

Ready to die without a 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, illmatic and that's the 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 on West Side Story he thought I spit in his face

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With mayback line 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 my T I'll dot your eyes
You do life in a cementary I'll do mine with
Come home sit in the thrown my legs crossed
And my air force middle up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll
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 talkin' Ja Rule

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You what I'm sayin'
I never take shots at
just somethin' I don't do

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

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I could put the shoes on
Now that the of Rakim and Q gone
They say truth hurts sunk, like quick
Don't stop me in traffic and ask Hitman

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

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

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

to die without 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 documentary,