2pac - Letter To Pac lyrics

[Produced By: MixxedByTone] Boosie bad.. holla at my n***a right quick My letter to 2Pac.. Wake up n***a, let me holla at you right quick First of all I wanna let you know That you're really missed There will probably be nobody better, real sh** All through my life, you inspire me dawg When you died, I really cried I wanted to ride for you dawg Say 'pac I be going through it, just like you Police hate me, government officals They hate me too People compare me to you, but I never asked for that glory But I do feel like we one of a kind, with similar stories They call this hustle sh** this trap sh** South run the rap sh** Half these rappers wouldn't even make it if you was rapping 'pac These dudes you used to beef with? They blew up for real The boy Jay Z, he eating, he damn near touching a bill Unconditional love, dear mama I ain't mad at you, my favorite song Say 'pac, when I listen to him I wish that you was home 'pac, they charged me with murders, and maced me in my cell Still, I got high in that b**h every day 'pac, lol Your momma smilin', she even got her own college You served a purpose, you gave millions of kids with nothing knowledge Guess what? Suge just hit a n***a in a car, heard he k**ed the n***a Pac, now he say he going blind I hope he beat them b**hes They still got money for wars But they can't feed the poor We got a black president now, 'pac But we still ain't got Moor, it's crazy (his name's Obama) I just wish I had some time to make a hit with you My oldest daughter Ivy say, "Daddy that's all you listen to" I hate the cops just like you hate the cops I can act in Hollywood but they don't wanna give me no shot My bad, my name's Boosie People don't even buy CD's no more, 'pac Teenagers ain't even fighting mane They squeezing that nine (They shootin' up everybody) Anyway, save a spot for me I wish you had Google Can't really tell you in this letter But it's a lot to know about Boosie (I'm the truth 'pac) Police shooting us down on TV now It's starting to feel like 1968 in 3D, 'pac It's amazing I f**ed two hoes, I tossed it up last night And they let me press record, I went dumb last night Smile But anyway, you're probably tired so ima let you go But thanks for everything you got me through, 100 I remain the same Boosie Badazz