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boosie
at my nigga right creek
my letter to
up .....

first of all i want let u kno dat u really
never be nobody better, real shit

all thru my life, you me dawg (fo real)
when you i really cried, i wonder why for you dog
save pac ill be goin to it like you
police me ....they hate me too
ppl compared me to you but i asked for that glory

but i do ... we one of a wit similar story

they call this hustle is trap shit
south run the rap

half of these rappers even make it if you wasnt rappin pac

soldier used to beef wit they up for real
that boy jay z he he damned at touchin a bill
love, dear mama, i aint mad at cha my favorite songs
...when i listen to em i dat you was home

pac they charge me murder....makes me in my cell
still i got high in dat bitch, pac lol

your momma smilin and shes got a own color
you the purpose you gave niggas and kids wit nothin....

guess wht is hit a nigga in the car
heard he killed the nigga pac, now he said youre goin

i hope he em bitch
they got money for war but they cant feed the pour
we got a president now pac but we still aint got more

its crazy his name

i just wished i had some to make a hit wit u
my oldest daughter ivy daddy thats all you listen to

i hate the cops just like you hate the
ive askin hollywood but they dont want give me no shot

my bad my boosie

ppl dont buy cds nomore pac teenagers aint even fightin
mayne they squeezin their

and shootin up everybody
anyway save a spot for me, i wish you had
cant really explain you in this letter but its a lot to kno boosie
i u pac
shooting us down on tv now

i fucked two hoes on toss it up last
and they let me ......i was dumb night

but anyway you ...so imma let you go
thanks for everythang you got me 100
i remain the
boosie