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

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus
If not I rocks anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' 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 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 without a of my chest
in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three years while everybody else
Now I why Nas did a song with his pops

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 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 they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary, documentary

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a song Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no 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
fuckin' with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for three hundred C's

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

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that makes me roll down
Now your song side story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear throwbacks or drive, in maybacks"
Is that a shot at Jay? Naa, I was talkin' Ja Rule

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You what I'm sayin'
I never shots 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 crip
First day I got signed I had to I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, is sick

The of Doc Dre I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of and Q gone
They say hurts sunk, like quick sand
Don't stop me in and ask about Hitman

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

If I you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like and cut half 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 to die without 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, illmatic and the documentary

Ready to die without a doubt
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 the documentary, documentary