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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 get shot
I've been before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

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

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

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

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
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 doggy 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, it, I did a song with Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side he thought I spit in his face

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

If you cross my T dot your 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, the world

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You what I'm sayin'
I take shots at legends
That's just I don't do

Let me tell you why I do this
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a crip
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

If I tell you I ain't Game and I know Dre
You do me like 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 a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes 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 the documentary, documentary