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

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

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

I came back from the without a part of my chest
Layed in a bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for 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 style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate, all on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and that's the

Ready to die without a doubt
chronic 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,

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 thought I spit in his

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

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

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know what I'm
I never take at legends
That's just I don't do

Let me you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a hoover
First day I got I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is

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

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

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

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

Ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
they sign my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary, documentary