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What happened in hip hop got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now every claim he let his clique pop
But even myself tote a gun and know to run then get
I've been before, now I'm fuckin' 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
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 baptist can save him
I'm far religious but I got beliefs
So I put yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

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

I'm to die without a reasonable 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 that's the

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm at it, illmatic 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 Story he thought I spit in his face

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' me nigga I'll put you under me
your car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

If you cross my T I'll dot eyes
You do life in a cementary I'll do 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 'Life After hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I lost my friend
I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever
The first only put out albums every seven years

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

Let me tell you why I do shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a crip
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta 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 truth hurts sunk, like sand
Don't stop me in traffic and ask Hitman

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

If I tell you I 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 puttin' the west on the map
If you ain't feelin' guess I'm Gorilla Black

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