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What in hip hop that got Pac and Big shot
The thicks plots, now every claim 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 my incarceration
think I'm fakin' like Mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck off, Kelly, I take 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 religious but I got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow diamonds in my piece

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

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

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 that's the documentary,

If I die my niggas, it, I did a song with Mary 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
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 I'll do mine Shyne
Come home sit in the with my legs crossed
And my air force finger up, fuck the world

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

You know what speakin' of Jay that just makes me down
Now your song west side story, you got a that says
"Don't wear or drive, ride in maybacks"
Is that a at Jay? Naa, I was talkin' about Ja Rule

Yeah, so, yeah, I got a lot of for Jay
You know I'm sayin'
I never take shots at
just somethin' I don't do

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

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

I gotta restore the feelin' it crawled from under the
the dog pound crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed, I'm the of middle 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 credit for puttin' the west on the map
If you ain't that guess I'm Gorilla Black

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