The Documentary

Bitch, I want my motherfuckin' money back (you only gave me five dollars) I gave you 20 motherfuckin' dollars (no, you didn't, you only gave me five dollars) No, I gave you 20 And I ain't gon' sit here and argue with your flat-ass face, homegirl This is America You know, that's the thing about you motherfuckers (go home) I-I-I, I ain't leavin' nowhere 'til I get my motherfuckin' change I will blow this motherfucker up if I don't get my motherfuckin' change いいから Iyala shalala my ass, I want my motherfuckin' change What happened in hip-hop that got 'Pac and Big shot? The thicks blocks, now every rapper claim he let his clip pop But even myself tote a gun, and know to run than get shot I've been there before, now I'm fuckin' with Doc (Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers) If not, I pitch rocks, anticipatin' my incarceration Media think I'm fakin' like Mason, but when it comes to mace Fuck R. Kelly, I don't take it in the face I find out who sprayed it, and I'm puttin' 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 in my Jesus piece I came back from the dead without a part of my chest Laid in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for three years while everybody else dropped Now I understand why Nas did a song with his pops I'm Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle 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 Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle 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 (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 Told Ed Lover and Moni Love I was talkin' to Ja With that Maybach line, it was payback time Keep fuckin' with me, nigga, I'll put you under me Take your car and trade it in for eight 300 Z's If you cross my T, I'll dot your eyes You'll do life in a cemetery, I'll do mine with Shyne Come home, sit in the throne with my legs crossed And my Air Forces, middle finger up, fuck the world 'Cause I'm feelin' 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 seven years You know what, speaking of Jay, that just makes me roll down Now your song Westside Story (uh-oh) You got a line that says "I don't wear throwbacks, or drive 'round in Maybachs" Is that a shot at Jay? Nah, I was talkin' 'bout Ja Rule Yeah, so, I mean, I just-, I-I got a lot of respect for Jay You know what I'm sayin'? I never take shots at legends I just-, that's just somethin' I don't do 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, duke is sick) The protégé of Doc Dre, I could finally put the shoes on Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone They say truth hurts, sunk like quicksand Don't stop me in traffic and ask about Hittman I gotta restore the feelin' that crawled from under the rock After Tha Dogg Pound crushed the buildings I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of nine children We can talk about a loan after I sell five million If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre You goin' do me like Xzibit and cut half my face? I take all the credit for puttin' the West back on the map If you ain't feelin' that, guess I'm Guerrilla Black I'm Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle 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 Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle 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 (Documentary)