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boosie
holla at my nigga creek
my to 2pac
up .....

first of all i want let u kno dat u missing
probably be nobody better, real shit

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

but i do ... we one of a kind wit 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 eatin he damned at touchin a
love, dear mama, i aint mad at cha my favorite songs
...when i to em i wished dat you was home

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

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

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

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

its crazy his name

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

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

my bad my boosie

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

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

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

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