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

first of all i want let u kno dat u really
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
police hate me ....they me too
ppl me to you but i neva asked for that glory

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

call this hustle shit is trap shit
south run the rap

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

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

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

your momma smilin and shes aint got a own
you served the purpose you 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 em bitch
they still got money for war but they cant feed the
we got a president now pac but we still aint got more

its crazy his obama

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

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

my bad my boosie

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

and their up everybody
anyway a spot for me, i wish you had google
cant explain you in this letter but its a lot to kno bout boosie
i u pac
police shooting us 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