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What in hip hop that got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now rapper claim he let his clique pop
But even myself tote a gun and to run then get shot
I've been before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

Gotta do Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push anticipatin' my incarceration
think I'm fakin' like Mason 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 can save him
I'm far from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow in my Jesus piece

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

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm at it, illmatic and that's 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 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 from Faith, no from Jay
I guess on West Story he thought I spit in his face

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With mayback line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for eight hundred C's

If you my T I'll dot your eyes
You do in a cementary I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just me roll down
Now your song 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 what I'm sayin'
I take shots at legends
That's just somethin' I do

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

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

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

If I you I ain't 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 back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla

I'm 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 that's the

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