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What happened in hip hop got Pac and Big shot
The plots, now every rapper 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 them Calvin numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media think I'm like Mason but when it comes 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 baptist can save him
I'm far from but I got beliefs
So I put yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

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

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
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 the documentary

Ready to die without a doubt
Smoke and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they my death 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 song Mary Blige
My got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he I spit in his face

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
With that mayback it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for three hundred C's

If you cross my T I'll dot eyes
You do life in a cementary do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll
Now song west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear throwbacks or drive, 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 know what I'm
I never shots at legends
That's just somethin' I do

Let me you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a crip
First day I got signed I had to prove I
Freestyle Busta 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 hurts sunk, like sand
stop me in traffic and ask about Hitman

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

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

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

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 documentary,