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What happened in hip hop got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now every rapper claim he let his pop
But even myself tote a gun and know to run then get
I've there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

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

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

I came back the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I waited for years while 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 before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

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

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

Told Ed Lover and Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback it was payback time
Keep with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take car and trade 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
Come home sit in the with my legs crossed
And my air force middle up, fuck the world

'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when 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 put out albums every seven years

You know speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line that
"Don't wear 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
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 signed I had to prove I
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 hurts sunk, like quick sand
Don't stop me in and ask about Hitman

I gotta the feelin' it crawled from under the rock
After the dog crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of middle
We can talk about a loan I sell 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 all the credit for puttin' the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Black

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

Ready to die without a reasonable
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 the documentary, documentary