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

do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push anticipatin' my incarceration
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 religious but I got
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my Jesus

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

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

Ready to die without a 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 the documentary, documentary

If I die my niggas, it, I did a song with Mary Blige
My niggas got a hook Faith, no verse from Jay
I guess on West Story he thought I spit in his face

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
that mayback line it was payback time
Keep with me nigga I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for eight hundred C's

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

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just 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 know what I'm
I never take at legends
That's just I don't do

Let me you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun, 'cause was a hoover crip
First day I got signed I had to prove I
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes son, is sick

The prodigee' of Doc Dre I finally 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 children
We can talk about a loan after I sell 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 all the credit 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
chronic and hit it doggy style before I go out
Until they sign my certificate, all eyes on me
I'm at it, illmatic and that's the documentary

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