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What happened in hip hop that got Pac and Big
The thicks plots, now every rapper 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 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 don't it in the face

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

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

I'm ready to die without a 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 the documentary

Ready to die without a reasonable
Smoke and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my 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 with Mary Blige
My got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he I spit in his face

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
With that mayback it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga I'll put you 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 cementary do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown my legs crossed
And my air force middle up, fuck the world

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

You know speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song 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 talkin' about Ja

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You what I'm sayin'
I take 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 Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

If I tell you I Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like X-Zibit and cut of my face?
I take all the credit for puttin' the west on the map
If you feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla Black

I'm ready to die without a doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it 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 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, documentary