The Documentary (Explicit)

Songs Title：the documentary

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 i'm f**kin with doc

Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers

If not i push rocks

Anticipatin my incarceration

Media think i'm fakin like mason

But when it comes to mase

F**k R Kelly i don't take it in the face

I find out who sprayed it

And i'm putting you under the pavement

No buddhist priest catholic or baptist pastor can save him

I'm far from religious

But i got beliefs so i put

Cannary yellow diamonds

In my jesus piece

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 everybody else dropped

Now i understand why NAS

Did a song with his pops

I'm 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

I'm still at it illmatic

And thats THE DOCUMENTARY

If i die my niggas f**k 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 Ed Lover and Monie Luv

I was talkin to Ja

With that mayback line

It was payback time

Keep f**kin with me ni**a

Ill put you under me

Take your car and trade it in

For eight 3 hundred C's

If you cross my T

I dot your I's

You'll do life in a cementary

Ill do mine with Shyne

Come home sit in the thrown

With my legs crossed

And my air force

Middle finger up

F**k the world

Cause i'm fellin like Puff

When life after death hit

Mo' money mo' problems

And i lost my best friend

I'm the second dopest ni**a

From compton u'll ever hear

The first ni**a only put out albums

Every 7 years haha

You know what speakin of Jay

That just makes me roll down

Now your song westside story

Ohh Ohh

You got a line that says

Don't 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 i'm saying

I never take shots at legends

Thats just something i don't do

Let me tell you why i do this sh*t

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 Rhymes

Son dude is sick

The prodigy of Doc Dre

I could finally put the shoes on

Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone

They say truth hurts

Sunk like quick sand

Don't 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 ain't game

And i don't know Dre

You gonn do me like x-zibit

And cut half of my face

I take all the credit

For putting the west

Back on the map

If you ain't feelin that

Guess i'm Gorilla Black