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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

Gotta do them Calvin numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I 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 came back from the dead a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I waited for three years while everybody 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
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary

Ready to die a reasonable doubt
chronic 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 song with Blige
My niggas got a from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on Side Story he thought I spit in his face

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

If you cross my T I'll dot eyes
You do life in a cementary 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 when 'Life After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I my best friend
I'm the second dopest from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out every seven years

You know what speakin' of Jay that just me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line that
"Don't throwbacks 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 what I'm
I take shots at legends
That's somethin' I don't do

Let me tell you why I do shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause was a hoover crip
First day I got I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta son, Duke is sick

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

I gotta restore the feelin' it 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 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 feelin' guess I'm Gorilla Black

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and 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,