[The 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 told the gun To know the run then get shot I've been there before Now I'm fucking with doc (Gotta do the cala-rodas numbers) If not i push rocks Anticipating my incarceration Media think I'm faking like mason But when it comes to Mase Fuck are 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 Canary yellow diamonds On my Jesus peace I came back from the dead Without a part of my chest laid 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] 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 that's The 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 I told am loving only love I was talking to Ja With that Maybach line It was payback time Keep fucking with me nigga Ill put you under me Take your car and trade it in For eight 3 hundred see's If you cross my T I dodge your (?) You'd do life in a cementary Ill do mine with sean Come home sit in the thrown With my legs crossed And my air force Middle finget rough Fuck the world Cause I'm felling like puff When life after death hit Mo' money, mo' problems And i lost my best friend I'm the second dopest nigga From Compton you'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha)
[Game (Commentator)] (You know what speaking of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story) Oh Oh (You got a line that says don't wear throwbacks Or drive, ride in maybachs, Is that a shot at Jay?) No, i was talking 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 that's just something i don't do
[Game (Busta)] 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 Rhymes (son you can sing) 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 don't stop me in traffic And ask about hitman I gotta restore the feeling 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 goin' 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 ain't feeling that Go sign Gorilla Black!