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What in hip hop that 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 Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I take it in the face

I out who sprayed 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 in my Jesus piece

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

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy 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 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

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a with Mary Blige
My got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay
I on West Side Story he thought I spit in his face

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

If you cross my T 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 up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that makes me roll down
Now your song west 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 what I'm sayin'
I never take shots at
That's just somethin' I do

Let me tell you why I do shit
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 Busta 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 and ask about Hitman

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

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 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
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

Ready to die without a doubt
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 that's the documentary,