Boosie Badazz - Letter 2 Pac | Текст песни

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• Boosie Badazz
• Letter 2 Pac

First of all, I'm gon' let you know that you're really missed
And prolly neva be nobody betta, real shit
All through my life, you inspired me, dawg
When you died, I really cried, I wanted to ride fo' you, dawg
Say, Pac, I be goin' through it just like you
Police hate, the government officials, they hate me too
People compare me to you, but I neva asked fo' their glory
But I do feel like we one of a kind with similar stories
They call this hustle shit, this trap shit
South run the rap shit! Half these rappers wouldn't even make it
If you was rappin', Pac
Dudes you used to beef with, they blew up fo' real
That boy, Jay-Z, he eatin', he damn near touchin' a bill
"Unconditional love", "Dear momma", "I ain't mad at cha"
My favorite song, say Pac, when I listen to 'em I wish that you was home
Pac, they charged me with murders and maced me in my cell
Still, I got high in that bitch every day, lol
Your mama smiling, she even got her own college
You served a purpose, you gave millions of kids with nothing knowledge
Guess what? Suge just hit a nigga in a car, heard he killed the nigga
Pac, now he say he goin' blind, I hope he beat them bitches

They still got money for wars but can't feed in the poor
We got a Black President now, Pac, but still ain't got more
It's crazy (his name Obama)
I just wish I had some time to make a hit with you
My oldest daughter Ivy said, "daddy, that's all you listen to"
I hate the cops just how you hate the cops
I connect in Hollywood, but they won't give me no shot (my bad)
(My name Boosie, man) People don't even buy CDs no mo', Pac
Teenagers ain't even fightin', mane, they squeezin' a knot
(They shootin' up errthang) Anyway, save a spot fo' me
I wish you had Google, can't really tell ya in this netter
But it's a lot to know bout Boosie (I'm the truth, Pac)
Police shootin' us down on TV nah (fo' real)
IT's startin' to feel like 1968 in 3D, Pac
I fucked two hoes, I tossed it up last night
And they let me press record, I went dumb last night
Smile! But anyway, you prolly tired, so I'mma let you go
But thanks fo' everythin' you got me through

100
I remain the same,
Boosie Badass

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