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

Gotta do them Calvin numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media think I'm fakin' Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I don't take it in the

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 diamonds in my Jesus piece

I came back the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three years while else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a with his pops

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy 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
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until they my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary, documentary

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a with Mary Blige
My niggas got a from 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 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 dot your eyes
You do life in a I'll do mine with Shyne
home sit in the thrown with my legs crossed
And my air force middle up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll
Now your song west side story, you got a line that
"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 what I'm sayin'
I never take shots at
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 I had to prove I spit
with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

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

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

I'm to die without a reasonable 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, and that's the documentary

to die without a reasonable doubt
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