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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

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

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

I came back from the dead a part of my chest
Layed in a bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for years while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song his pops

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

Ready to die 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, 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
Keep fuckin' with me 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 I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just me roll down
Now song west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't throwbacks or drive, ride in maybacks"
Is a shot 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 take shots at
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 Rhymes son, Duke is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I could finally put the on
Now that the of Rakim and Q gone
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 pound the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the of middle children
We can talk about a loan after I sell million

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

I'm ready to die without a doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all 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, and that's the documentary, documentary