The Documentary lyrics
[ Verse 1 ]
What happened in hip hop that got pac and big shot
The thicks blocks, now every rapper claim he let his clique pop
But even myself told the gun to know the run then get shot
I've been there before now im fuckin with doc
(Gotta do the Calvin Broadus numbers)
If not i push rocks intisipatin my encarceration
Media think im fakin like mason but when it comes to mase
Fuck R Kelly I dont take it in the face
I find out who sprayed it and im putting you under the pavement
No buddhist priest, catholic, or babtist pastor can save him
Im far from religious but i got beliefs
So I put cannary yellow diamonds on my jesus peace
I came back from the dead without a part of my chest
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
I waited for 3 years while everyone else dropped
Now i understand why Nas did a song with his pop
[ Chorus ]
Im ready to die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy Style before I go out
Until they sign my death certificate All Eyez On Me
Im still at it, Illmatic and thats The Documentary
[ Verse 2 ]
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
I told am lovin only luv, I was talkin to Ja
With that mayback line it was payback time
Keep fuckin with me nigga, I'll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in for eight 3 hundred C's
If you cross my T I'll dodge your eyes
You'd do life in a cementary, I'll do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown with my legs crossed
And my air force middle finger up 'fuck the world'
Cause im fellin like puff when life after death hit
Mo' money, mo' problems and i lost my best friend
Im the second dopest nigga from compton u'll ever hear
The first nigga only put out albums every 7 years
[ Game ] ( Interviewer )
( You know what speakin of Jay
that just makes me roll down
Now your song westside story, you got a line that says:
'Dont wear throwbacks or drive, ride in maybacks'
Is that a shot at Jay?)
Naa, I was talkin about Ja Rule
Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of respect for Jay
You know what im saying?
I never take shots at legends
Thats just something I dont do ...
[ Verse 3 ]
Let me tell you why I do this shit
Im a son of a gun cause moms was a hova crip
First day I got signed I had to prove I spit
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes ( son duke is sick )
Protege of Doc Dre, I could finally put the shoes on
Now that the room was a Rakim and Q gone
They say truth hurts, sumthin like quick sand
Dont stop me in traffic and ask about hitman
I gotta restore the feelin it crawled from under the rock
After the dog 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 you I aint game and I don't know Dre
You gonn do me like X-zibit snd cut half of my face?
I take all the credit for putting the west back on the map
If you aint feelin that, Guess I'm Gorilla Black
[ Chorus ]
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