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What happened in hip hop that got Pac and Big
The plots, now every rapper claim 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 Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I take 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 piece

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

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 still at it, illmatic and that's the

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,

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

Told Ed Lover and Luv I was talkin' to Ja
that mayback line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga put you under me
Take car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

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

'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when 'Life Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I 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 makes me down
Now your west 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 about Ja Rule

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know what I'm
I take shots at legends
That's just somethin' I do

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

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

I gotta restore the feelin' it from under the rock
After the dog pound 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 Game and I don't Dre
You gonna do me like X-Zibit and cut half of my
I take all the credit for the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that I'm Gorilla Black

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke and hit it doggy style before I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes 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, illmatic and the documentary, documentary