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What happened in hip hop got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now rapper claim 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 fuckin' Doc

Gotta do them Calvin 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 it, I'm puttin' you under 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 back the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song with his

I'm 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, illmatic and that's the

Ready to die a reasonable doubt
chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until sign my death 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 Mary
My niggas got a hook 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 line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga I'll put you 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
Come home sit in the thrown my legs crossed
And my air middle finger up, fuck the world

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

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

Let me tell you why I do this
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 of Doc Dre I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of and Q gone
They say hurts sunk, like quick sand
Don't me in traffic and ask about Hitman

I gotta restore the feelin' it from under 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 loan after I sell million

If I you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me X-Zibit and cut half of my face?
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 a reasonable doubt
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 chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary, documentary