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

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

I find out who 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 yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

I came back from the dead a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I waited for three while everybody else dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a with his pops

I'm ready to die without a 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
Until sign 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 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
With that mayback line it was payback
Keep fuckin' with me nigga 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 in a cementary I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me down
Now your west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear or drive, ride 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 know I'm sayin'
I never take at legends
just somethin' I don't do

Let me tell you why I do shit
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, is sick

The of Doc Dre I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the of Rakim and Q gone
They say hurts sunk, like quick sand
stop me in traffic and ask about Hitman

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

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

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 at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

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 at it, illmatic and that's the documentary, documentary