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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
been there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus
If not I rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it to mase
off, Kelly, I don't take it in the face

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know what speakin' of Jay just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line 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 I'm sayin'
I never shots at legends
That's somethin' I don't do

Let me tell you why I do this
I'm a son of a gun, mom's was a hoover 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 Rakim and Q
They say truth hurts sunk, like sand
stop me in traffic and ask about Hitman

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

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

I'm 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

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