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What happened in hip hop that got Pac and Big
The thicks plots, now every rapper claim he let his pop
But myself tote a gun and know to run then get shot
I've there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc

Gotta do Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I take it in the face

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

I came back from the dead a part of my chest
Layed in a bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three years everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song with his

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 that's the

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

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

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback line it was payback
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 I'll do mine 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 Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I lost my best
I'm the second dopest from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga put out albums every seven years

You know what of Jay that 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 a shot at Jay? Naa, I was talkin' about Ja Rule

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know I'm sayin'
I never take at legends
just somethin' I don't do

Let me you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a hoover
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

If I tell you I ain't Game and I know 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 that guess I'm Gorilla Black

I'm ready to die without a doubt
Smoke 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

to die without a reasonable 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, illmatic and the documentary, documentary