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

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

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

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

I'm ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
Until 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 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 Mary
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no verse Jay
I on West Side Story he thought I spit in his face

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

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

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

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

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know I'm sayin'
I take shots at legends
That's just somethin' I do

Let me tell you why I do this
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a crip
day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Rhymes son, Duke is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I could 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 restore the feelin' it crawled from under the rock
After the dog pound the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of children
We can talk a loan after I sell five million

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

I'm ready to die without a 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 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, and that's the documentary, documentary