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What in hip hop that 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 get shot
I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' Doc

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus
If not I push anticipatin' my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like 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 baptist pastor can him
I'm far from religious but I got
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my Jesus

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

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

Ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it style before I go out
Until they sign my 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 with Mary Blige
My got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Side Story he I spit in his face

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

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

'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and I lost my friend
I'm the dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear
The first 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 throwbacks or drive, in maybacks"
Is that a shot at Jay? Naa, I was 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 I don't do

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

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

I gotta restore the feelin' it crawled from under the
After the dog pound 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 don't 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' that I'm Gorilla Black

I'm to die without a reasonable doubt
Smoke and hit it doggy style before 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 without a reasonable
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,