Yea I kno it’s long ova due. Hussein Fatal, Thugtertainment.

It’s a letter 2 my homeboy, it’s my dogg. U kno what I’m talkin bout, it’s my dog.

Since tha ear wayz been cleared 4 like 10 years, I thought I might write him a letter.

Dear Pac, I shed a teardrop missin u and Yak 4 years

U changed my life man, I wish I was there

That night up n tha MGM Grand, can’t undastand

They gang bangin’, nobody had a gun n they hand

Shot u down n tha street like president kennedy, n we still pourin out henessey 4 ya memory

Setcha calm down malik gettin grown now, resemble E.D.I a lil bit but he got his own style

Roddy Shot Yak, Mu took that shit harder, I had anotha baby girl n I name her assata

Her middle name ya last name her family tree, I can’t help 2 think where would it be

Out on crenshaw, slossin, flossin how we use to. Ridin’ down sunset bangin tha juice crew

Everybody takin ya songs n remixin them, Mixtapin R them jones so we don’t get chips 4 them

Hataz still hatin, I can’t get no air play. It’s rumors that u still here but that’s jus here say

Snoop ain’t reachin out 2 us neither is suge, he catchin slack ova ya murder so he ain’t doin good

Noble n E.D.I still on tha grind, Keishia doin het thang an Nuttso keep it real all tha time

Niggaz miss u with them sunkist sodas n all ya jokes, tha olda brotha I neva had nigga, the dope

The greatest of all times, actin, rhymes, political speaking, n them silly ass punch lines

Treach took it hard when they murked u, brought us closer 2getha since now, he apart of my circle n we miss u

(Str8 up. I kno I can speak 4 all tha homiez on this side, we all miss u. And it’s more than jus a song

Nigga. N That ain’t bout nothin, We did 400 of those n 1 year, ya heard me?)

Ain’t nobody lookin out I kno they all hated u, I wonder how shit would’ve been if u done made it thru

I can’t believe they gotchu, U kno how me n yak do I woulda rolled out on them niggaz before they popped u

N everybody feelin us but ain’t feelin tha pain, I’m up against all oddz but I’m still in tha game

What’s wrong with these poo puttz, howz it all ova? And I’ll come out squeezin if I can start it all ova

Tha mainstream ain’t feelin tha lawz it seem weird now, we don’t get tha spinz like before cause u ain’t here now

Only God Can Judge Me, But tell that 2 these niggaz, learned 1 thing from deathrow n that’s how 2 read niggaz

But now I’m back home on tha east coast, they kno I’m bout that THUGLIFE so I keep my heat close

At least most wanted niggaz like us don’t live 2 long, that’s y I Had 2 put this pain n this song n if nothin else

Tell Storm, Yak, Gade, n BIG I’ll see em’ soon but, 4 now later my nigg.

(Pac I miss u nigga, n we still mobbin out here! 4 all ya’ll, 1 love 2 all ya niggaz dogg).

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