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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
been there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

Gotta do them Calvin numbers
If not I push anticipatin' my incarceration
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 it, I'm puttin' you under the pavement
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist can save him
I'm far religious but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow in my Jesus piece

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

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

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

Told Ed Lover and Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback line it was time
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 I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the with my legs crossed
And my air force finger up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me down
Now song west side story, you got a line that says
"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 never take shots at
That's just I don't do

Let me tell you why I do shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a crip
First day I got I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with 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 traffic and ask Hitman

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

If I tell you I ain't and I don't know 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' that I'm Gorilla Black

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
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

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