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

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

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

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

I'm ready to die without a 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

to die without a reasonable doubt
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, documentary

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

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

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

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

You what speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your west 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' about Ja

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, 'cause was a hoover crip
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I 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 gotta restore the feelin' it 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 I sell five million

If I you I ain't Game and I don't know 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 ain't feelin' that I'm Gorilla Black

I'm 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

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