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

Gotta do them Calvin numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media 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 the pavement
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can him
I'm far from religious but I got
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my Jesus

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

I'm to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary

Ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
they 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 Blige
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' with me I'll put you under me
Take car and trade it in for eight three 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 with my legs crossed
And my air force finger up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just me roll down
Now your song west story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear or drive, ride in maybacks"
Is a shot at Jay? Naa, I was talkin' about 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 tell you why I do shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a crip
First day I got I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta son, Duke is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I finally put the shoes on
Now that the 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
the dog pound crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of children
We can talk about a loan after I 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 all the credit for puttin' the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke 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 that's the

Ready to die a reasonable 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 the documentary, documentary