The Documentary lyrics

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The Documentary - The Documentary lyrics

[Boy (Asian Woman)]
Bitch I want my mother fuckin money then
You only gave me five dollars!
I gave you twenty mother fuckin dollars
No is it, you only gave me five dollars
No I gave you twenty
And I aint gonna sit here and argue wid you flat ass face
This is America
You know this is the thing about yo mother fucker
Ball hogg
I, I aint leaving nowhere until I get my mother fuckin change
Im gonna blow this mother fucker up
Since I dont't get my mother fuckin change
Esalalaa my ASS!
I wont my fuckin change

After the dog pound
It crawled from under the rock
And ask about hitman
I gotta restore the feelin
Dont stop me in traffic
Sunk, like quick sand
They say truth hurts
Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone
I could finally put the shoes on
The prodigy of Doc Dre.
(son dude is sick)
Freestyle with Busta Rhymes
I had to prove i spit
First day i got signed
Im a son of a gun
Cause moms was a hoover crip
Let me tell you why i do this shit

[Verse 3 - Game (Busta)]
Thats just something i dont do
I never take shots at legends
You know what im saying
Yeah, So, Yeah, i got a lot of
Respect for Jay
Is that a shot at Jay?)
Naa, i was talkin about Ja Rule
Or drive, ride in maybacks,
Dont wear throwbacks
(You got a line that says
Now your song westside story)
Ohh Ohh
That just makes me roll down
(You know what speakin of Jay
[Game (Commentator)]

Every 7 years (haha)
The first nigga only put out albums
From compton u'll ever hear
Im the second dopest nigga
And i lost my best friend
When life after death hit
Mo' money, mo' problems
Cause im fellin like Puff
Fuck the world
Middle finger up
And my air force
With my legs crossed
Ill do mine with Shyne
Come home sit in the thrown
You'll do life in a cementary
I dot your I's
If you cross my T
For eight 3 hundred C's
Take your car and trade it in
Ill put you under me
Keep fuckin with me nigga
It was payback time
I was talkin to Ja
With that mayback line
I told Ed Lover and Monie Luv
He thought i spit in his face
I guess on westside story
No verse from Jay
Got a hook from Faith

If i die my niggas, fuck it
I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas

[Verse 2]
Im still at it, illmatic
All eyez on me
Until they sign my death certificate
Doggy style before i go out
Smoke chronic and hit it
Im ready to die
Without a reasonable doubt

Did a song with his pops

Now i understand why NAS
While everybody else dropped
I waited for 3 years
Layed in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest
Without a part of my chest
I came back from the dead
In my jesus piece
Cannary yellow diamonds
But i got beliefs, so i put
Im far from religious
No buddhist priest, catholic, or baptist pastor can save him
And im putting you under the pavement
I find out who sprayed it
Fuck R Kelly i dont take it in the face
But when it comes to mase
Media think im fakin like mason
Anticipatin my incarceration
If not i push rocks
(Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers)
Now im fuckin with doc
Ive been there before
To know the run then get shot
But even myself told the gun
He let his clique pop
Now every rapper claim
The thicks blocks
That got Pac and Big shot
What happened in hip hop

[Verse 1 - Game (DRE)]

[Boy talks to lady to start the song]
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
guess im Gorilla Black!!!