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The Documentary - текст песни



The Documentary


[Boy talks to lady to start the song (Texts of songs )]


[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 told the 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 (Texts of songs ) 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 (Texts of songs ) 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 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 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 (haha)


[Game (Commentator)]





(You know what speakin of Jay





That just makes me roll down





Now your song (Texts of songs ) 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 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





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 x-zibit





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]


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


(DOCUMENTARY)






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