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

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus
If not I push rocks anticipatin' my
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I don't take it in the

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

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

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

Ready to die without a reasonable
Smoke chronic and hit it 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 with Mary
My niggas got a hook from Faith, no verse Jay
I guess on West Side Story he thought I in his face

Told Ed Lover and Money Luv I was to Ja
With that line it was payback time
Keep with me nigga I'll put you under me
your 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 do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown with my crossed
And my air force middle finger up, fuck the

'Cause I'm feelin' like when 'Life After Death' hit
Mo' money, mo' and I lost my best friend
I'm the second dopest nigga from 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 side story, you got a line that says
"Don't throwbacks or drive, ride 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 never take shots at
That's somethin' I don't do

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

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

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 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' that guess I'm Black

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