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What happened in hip hop that got Pac and Big
The thicks plots, now rapper claim 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 them Calvin numbers
If not I push anticipatin' 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 it, I'm puttin' you under the pavement
No buddhist, priest, catholic, or baptist can save him
I'm far from religious but I got
So I put yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

I came back from the without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I for three years 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 doggy style 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
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary, documentary

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

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
With that mayback line it was payback
Keep with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for eight hundred C's

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

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me down
Now song west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear throwbacks or drive, 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 what I'm
I never take at legends
That's somethin' I don't do

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

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

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

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

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