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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 even myself tote a gun and know to run get shot
I've been there before, now I'm with Doc

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

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

I came from the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on arrest
I waited for years while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a with his pops

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 at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

Ready to die without a 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, illmatic and that's the documentary,

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

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback line it was 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 your
You do life in a cementary I'll do mine Shyne
Come sit in the thrown with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, the world

'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 only put out albums every years

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know I'm sayin'
I never take at legends
That's somethin' I don't do

Let me you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun, mom's was a hoover 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 Rakim and Q
They say truth hurts sunk, like sand
stop me in traffic 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 children
We can about a loan after I sell five million

If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't Dre
You gonna do me like and cut half of my face?
I take all the for puttin' the west back 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 certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary

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