[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!

[Chorus: x2]

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The Documentary Lyrics

The Game – The Documentary Lyrics