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

Gotta do them Broadus numbers
If not I push anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like 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 from but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my piece

I back from the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I for three years while everybody else dropped
Now I why Nas did a song with his pops

I'm to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
they 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 chronic and hit it doggy 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 song with Mary
My niggas got a from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he I spit in his face

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

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

'Cause I'm feelin' like when 'Life After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' and I lost 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 roll
Now your song west story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear or drive, ride in maybacks"
Is that a shot at Jay? Naa, I was talkin' about Ja

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
with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

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

I'm ready to die without a 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 that's the

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