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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 them Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media think I'm fakin' Mason 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 but I got beliefs
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 while everybody dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song his pops

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
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 the documentary

Ready to die without a reasonable
chronic 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, documentary

If I die my niggas, fuck it, I did a song Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no 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 line it was payback time
Keep fuckin' with me nigga put you under me
your car and trade it in for eight three hundred C's

If you my T I'll 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 middle finger up, the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a 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 shots at legends
That's just somethin' I 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 signed I had to I spit
Freestyle Busta Rhymes son, Duke is sick

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

I restore the feelin' it crawled from under the rock
After the dog pound crushed the
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of children
We can talk about a loan 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 half of my
I take all the credit for puttin' the west on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Gorilla

I'm ready to die 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, illmatic and that's the

to die without 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