[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 Calvin Broadus 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 Ed Lover & Moni Love  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 dodt your eyes  You'd do life in a cementary  I'll do mine with shyne  Come home sit in the thrown  With my legs crossed  And my air force  Middle finger 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 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 duck is sick)  Told to Jay and Doc Dre.  I could finally put the shoes on  Now that the rumors of Rakim and cube gone  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]    (DOCUMENTARY)