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What happened in hip hop
That got Pac and Big shot
The thick plot
Now every rapper claim he let his clip pop
But even myself tote a gun
And know to run
And get shot
I been there before
Now I'm fucking with doc
Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers
If not I push rocks
Anticipating my incarceration
Media think I'm fakin' like Mason
But when it come to mace
Fuck R. Kelly I don't take it the face
I find out who sprayed it
I putting you under the pavement
No Buddhist priest catholic or Baptist pastor can save um
I'm far from religious but I got beliefs
So I put canary yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece
I came back from the dead without a part of my chest
Laid in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for three years while everybody else to dropped
Now I understand why Nas did a song with his pop

I'm Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic and that's the Documentary

I'm Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic and that's the Documentary
Documentary

If I die my niggas fuck it
I did a song with Mary Blige my niggas
Got a hook from Faith
No verse from Jay
I guess on Westside Story he thought I spit in his face
Told Ed Lover and Monie love I was talking to Ja
With the that Maybach line
It was payback time
Keep fucking wit me nigga
I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for 8 300z's
If you cross my T I'll dot your eyes
You'll do life in the cemetery
I'll do mine with shine
Come home
Sit in the throne
With my legs crossed
In my air force
Middle finger up
Fuck the world
Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when Life After Death hit
More money more problems I just lost my best friend
I'm second dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out albums every seven years

I'm Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic and that's the Documentary

I'm Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my Death Certificate All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic and that's the Documentary
Documentary

Let me tell you why I do this shit
I'm a son of a gun cause moms was a Hoover crip
First day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta rhyme “son duke is sick”
The protégé of Doc Dre
I can finally put the shoes on
Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone
They say Truth Hurts sunk like quicksand
Don't stop me in traffic and ask me about Hitman
I got to restore the feelin
And crawl from under the rock
After the Dogg Pound crushed the buildings
I got a family to feed I'm the middle of 9 children
We can talk about a loan after I sell 5 million
If I tell I ain't Game and I don't know Dre
You gon do me like Xzibit and cut half my face
I take all the credit for putting the west back on the map
If you ain't feelin' that guess I'm Guerilla Black

I'm Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic and that's the Documentary

I'm Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out
Until they sign my Death Certificate All Eyes on Me
I'm still at it Illmatic and that's the Documentary
Documentary