[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 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 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 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 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)