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

do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media think I'm fakin' Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I don't take it in the

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

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

I'm 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 at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
Until they 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 hook Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I spit in his

Ed Lover 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 hundred C's

If you my T I'll dot your 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 middle finger up, the world

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 still at it, illmatic and the documentary

to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke 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 documentary,