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

Gotta do Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
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 pastor can save him
I'm far from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my Jesus

I came back from the dead without a 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 to die without a reasonable doubt
chronic 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 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, and that's the documentary, documentary

If I die my niggas, it, I did a song with Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on Side 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
your car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

If you cross my T I'll dot eyes
You do life in a cementary I'll do mine with
home sit in the thrown 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 lost my best
I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll hear
The first nigga put out albums every seven years

You know what speakin' of Jay that makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a that says
"Don't throwbacks 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 what I'm sayin'
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 hoover
First day I got signed I had to prove I
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is

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 sand
Don't stop me in and ask about Hitman

I gotta restore the feelin' it from under the rock
After the dog crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the of middle children
We can talk a loan 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 half of my
I take all the for puttin' 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 chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
Until sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary

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