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

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

I find out who sprayed it, I'm puttin' you under the
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 back from the dead without a of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac
I waited for three years everybody else dropped
Now I why Nas did a song with his pops

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

Ed Lover and Money Luv I was talkin' to Ja
With that line it was payback 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 I'll dot eyes
You do life in a cementary do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown my legs crossed
And my air force finger up, fuck the world

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

You know what of Jay that just makes me roll down
Now your song west side story, you got a line that
"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 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 signed I had to prove I
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, Duke is

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 sand
Don't stop me in traffic and ask Hitman

I restore the feelin' it crawled from under the rock
the dog pound crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of middle
We can talk about a after I sell five million

If I tell you I ain't and I don't know Dre
You gonna do me like and cut half 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 a reasonable doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it doggy before I go out
they 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 they my death certificate, all eyes on me
I'm still at it, illmatic and the documentary, documentary