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

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

all thru my life, you me dawg (fo real)
you died i really cried, i wonder why for you dog
save pac ill be goin to it like you
hate 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 similar

they call hustle shit is trap shit
south run the rap

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

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

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

your momma smilin and 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 said youre blind

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

its his name obama

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

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

my bad my name

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

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

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

but anyway you probably ...so let you go
for everythang you got me through 100
i the same
badazz