Crooked I - Dear Tupac (A Letter to Pac) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah man, the west ain't the same without you (it ain't the same) Its crazy out here Write this letter to my n***a 2Pac real quick We straight bosses Yeah, C.O.B. n***a [Verse] Yeah, Dear Makaveli: what it dont do? Know its your boss day n***a, that's why I wrote you All Eyez On Me, yeah I'm taking over the coast too Your songs still theme music for the things that I go through Me Against the World so all I could do is breath fire d**h Around The Corner, I grab my ruger and squeeze tighter For my Ambitionz Az an east sida, Rida Were inspired by you so now I'mma reach higher Probably shed So Many Tears before I retire When Thugs Cry just increase our desire To get what we require till the choir sings for me Even when I earn my wings, I'mma be flyer Picture Me Rolling in a navy blue Mercedes Time has pa**ed, Brenda's baby got a baby I tell her keep her head up Tell me that she fed up Say rappers are soft now What are these n***as scared of? And your music used to warm her like a bear hug I tell her I'm putting my grizzly down like a bear rug Don't worry I ride or die n***a lalalalalalalala I'm repping Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z Never Ignorant in Getting Goals Accomplished And I'm tossing b**hes up man, I'm f**ing hoes unconscious Since you been gone the whole coast is on some nonsense Not enough unity, holding up the progress Everybody got k**ers on the payroll Should be k**ing the industry and making pesos And sipping Thug Pa**ion by the case lows Pac watch how I make the coast change clothes Like Chuck Taylors but I ain't in 'em The new gangsta due to products sneaks and high in denim Why the f** should I follow trends when I invent 'em The Louie V, Huey P, roll by in linen (fly n***a) I tell 'em like you say, "I Ain't Mad at Cha" I tell 'em if I was mad at cha, I'd point a mag at cha All I need is this life of sin Is a Mack 10 and a black pen So I could write something to inspire the black men Cops wanna shoot because they got black skin like you did back then Perhaps then I could reach out to our brothers from another mother of other colors and grab them I'm on a misson down here to reach kids Kids listen to me down here I tell em to dream big Not a role model though, I'm what a G is My last day free could beef with shooting 3 pigs [?] I'm rebel minded like Geronimo Pratt I carry on in your tradition I let your mama know that When I was at her house with the Outlawz I'm out spoken but I'm not a rebel without cause I'm not a monster without claws I'm a beast, razor sharp teeth I eat beats n***a swallow and sounds raw Naw, they ain't f**ing with me Makaveli I'm after my bread and cheese even if I have to jack a deli I'm a lunatic, f** it I should rap with Nelly I'm in the belly of a spider of black [?] Trying inspire a new nations of young thugs Illmatic, number seven, n***a one love(one love, one love) [Outro] One love my n***a Boss in peace, Thug in peace Makeveli West coast stand the f** up! Yeah I forgot to say this: C.O.B!