Documentary Lyrics

Documentary lyrics

[Boy talks to lady to start the song]



[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]

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 tote a gun

To know the run then get shot

Ive been there
before

Now im fuckin with doc

(Gotta do the cala-rodas 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 x2]

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

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 eyes

You'd 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

Fuck
the world

Cause im feelin 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 (haha)



[Game (Commentator)]

(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

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 -
Game (Busta)]

Let me tell you why i do this shit

Im 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)

Told to Jay and Doc Dre.

I could finally put the shoes on

Now
that the room was a rock cave

The q gone

They say truth hurts

Chunk, 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 

Im 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 dont know
Dre.

You gonn do me like xzibit

And cut half of my face?

I
take all the credit 

For putting the west 

Back on the map

If
you aint feelin that

Go sign Gorilla Black!!!



[Chorus x2]



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