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

Gotta do them Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it 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 yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece

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

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

Ready to die a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it 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 from Jay
I guess on Side Story he thought I spit in his face

Ed Lover 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 your car and trade it in for eight hundred C's

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

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

You know what speakin' of Jay just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line that
"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 know what I'm
I never take shots at
That's just I don't do

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

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

I gotta 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 about a loan after I sell five million

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

I'm ready to die without a reasonable
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy style I go out
Until they my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, and that's the documentary

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