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What happened in hip hop got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now every rapper 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 them Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
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 sprayed it, I'm puttin' you under the
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or pastor can save him
I'm far religious but I got beliefs
So I put yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

I came back the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on arrest
I for three years while everybody else 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 style I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke and hit it doggy 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

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a with Mary Blige
My got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Story he thought I spit in his face

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

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know what I'm
I never take at legends
That's just somethin' I do

Let me tell you why I do this
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 Rhymes son, is sick

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

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

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

I'm ready to die without a 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

Ready to die without a reasonable
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, documentary