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

do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media I'm fakin' like Mason 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 from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary diamonds in my Jesus piece

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

I'm ready to die without a doubt
chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they my death 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 style before I go out
Until they sign my 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 Mary
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I spit in his

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

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

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just me roll down
Now your west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't throwbacks or drive, ride 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 I'm sayin'
I take shots at legends
That's just somethin' I 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 I had to prove I spit
Freestyle Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

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

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