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What happened in hip hop got Pac and Big shot
The plots, now every rapper claim he let his clique 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 rocks my incarceration
Media I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I take it in the face

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

I came from the dead without 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 his pops

I'm ready to die a reasonable 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 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 documentary,

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

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

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

'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when 'Life After hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I lost my best
I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever
The nigga only put out albums 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 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 what I'm sayin'
I never take shots at
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 crip
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 of Rakim and Q gone
They say truth sunk, like quick sand
Don't me in traffic and ask about Hitman

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

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

I'm ready to die a reasonable 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

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