[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]      (DOCUMENTARY)