Yeah, I know it's long overdue, Hussein Fatal, Thugtertainment, You know what I'm saying? It's a letter to my homeboy, It's my dog, you know What I'm talkin' 'bout, it's my dog Since the air ways been clear for Like ten years, I thought I write him a letter
Dear Pac, I shed a teardrop, missin' you and Yak for years You changed my life man, I wish I was there That night up in the MGM Grand, can't understand They gang bangin', nobody had a gun in they hand Shot you down in the streets, like President Kennedy And we still pourin' Hennessy out for your memory Setcha calmed down, Malik gettin' grown now Resemble E.D.I a little bit, but he got his own style Roddy shot Yak, Mu took the Shahada I had another baby girl, and I named her Assata Her middle name your last name, her family tree I can't help but think where we would be Out on Crenshaw, Slauson, flossin' how we used to Ridin' down sunset, bangin' the Juice Crew Everybody takin' your songs and remixin' 'em Mixtapin' them joints so we don't get chips from 'em Haters still hatin', I can't get no air play There’s rumors that you still here, but that’s just hearsay Snoop ain't reachin' out to us, neither is Suge He catchin' slack over your murder, so he ain't doin' good Noble and E.D.I still on the grind And Keisha doin' her thang, and Nutt-So keep it real all the time Niggas miss you with them Sunkist sodas and all your jokes The older brother I never had, nigga the dope The greatest of all times, actin', rhymes Politically speaking, no silly ass punchlines Treach took it hard when they murked you Brought us closer together though 'Cause now he a part of my circle, nigga we miss you
Straight up, I know I can speak For all the homies on this side We all miss you And it's more than just a song, My nigga, 'cause that ain't 'bout nothin' We did 400 of those in one year, ya heard me?
Ain't nobody lookin' out, I know they all hated you I wonder how shit woulda been if you'da made it through I can't believe they got you, you know how me and Yak do I'da rolled out on them niggas before they popped you And everybody feel us, but ain't feelin' the pain I'm up against all odds, but I'm still in the game What's wrong with these poo putts, how it's all over? And I'll come out squeezin', if I can start it all over The mainstream ain't feelin' the laws, and seem weird now We don't get the spins like before, 'cause you ain't here now Only God can judge me, would tell that to these niggas Learned one thing from Death Row, and that's how to read niggas But now I'm back home on the East Coast They know I'm 'bout that thug life, so I keep my heat close At least most wanted, niggas like us don't live too long That's why I had to put this pain in this song And if nothin' else, tell Storm, Yak, Gade, and Big I'll see 'em soon but for now, later my nigg Pac, I miss you nigga
And we still mobbin' out here for all y'all One love to all y'all niggas thoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
