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What in hip hop that got Pac and Big shot
The plots, now every rapper claim 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 them Calvin numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I don't it in the face

I find out who sprayed it, I'm 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 yellow in my Jesus piece

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

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 at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

Ready to die without a 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 that's the documentary,

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a song 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 and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that mayback line it was time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga put you under me
Take car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

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

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

You know speakin' of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now song west side story, you got a line that says
"Don't wear or drive, ride 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 shots at legends
That's somethin' 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 signed I had to prove I
Freestyle with Busta son, Duke is sick

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

I gotta restore the feelin' it crawled 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 after I five million

If I tell you I ain't and I don't know Dre
You do me like 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 they my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary

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