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

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus
If not I rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to
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 pastor can save him
I'm far from religious but I got
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my piece

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

I'm ready to die a reasonable 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, illmatic and the documentary

Ready to die without a reasonable
chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until sign my death 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 Blige
My niggas got a from Faith, no verse from Jay
I on West 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 time
Keep 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 your
You do life in a I'll do mine with Shyne
home sit in the thrown with my legs crossed
And my air force middle up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay just makes me roll down
Now your west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear or drive, ride 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 know I'm sayin'
I never 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, mom's was a hoover crip
First day I got signed I had to prove I
Freestyle with Busta son, Duke is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I could 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 under the
After the dog pound crushed the
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 ain't and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like 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 without a reasonable
Smoke and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the

Ready to die without a 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 that's the documentary,