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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 tote a gun and know to run then get shot
been there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media think I'm like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I don't it in the face

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

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

I'm ready to die without a doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
Until 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 and hit it doggy 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 from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I in his face

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback it was payback time
fuckin' with 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 your
You do life in a cementary I'll do mine Shyne
home sit in the thrown with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll
Now your song side 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
That's just I don't do

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

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

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 middle of children
We can talk about a loan after I five million

If I tell you I ain't Game and I know Dre
You gonna do me X-Zibit and cut half of my face?
I take all the for puttin' 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 sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary

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