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Artist: Hussein Fatal
Album:  Letter to Pac 12"
Song:   Letter to Pac
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Yeah, I know it's long overdue
Hussein Fatal, Thugtertainment
It's a letter to my homeboy, it's my dog
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout, it's my dog
Since the air ways been clear for like ten years
I thought I might write him a letter

[Verse 1]
Dear Pac, I shed a teardrop, missin' you and Yak for years
You changed my life man, I wish you was there
That night up in the MGM Grand, can't undastand
They gang bangin', nobody had a gun in they hand
Shot you down in the streets like President Kennedy
And we still pourin' out henessey for your memory
Setcha calmed down, Malik gettin' grown now
Resemble E.D.I a little bit, but he got his own style
Roddy shot Yak, Mu took the shahada I had another baby girl and I named her
Her middle name your last name, her family tree
I can't help but think where we would be
Out on Crenshaw, Slauson', flossin' how we used to
Ridin' down sunset, bangin' the Juice Crew
Everybody takin' your songs and remixin''em
Mixtapin' are them joins so we don't get chips from them
Haters still hatin', I can't get no air play
It's rumors that you still here, but that's just here say
Snoop ain't reachin out to us, neither is Suge
He catchin' slack over your murder, so he ain't doin' good
Noble and E.D.I still on the grind
Keishia doin' her thing and Nuttso keep it real all the time
Niggas miss you with them Sunkist sodas and all your jokes
The older brother I never had, nigga, the dope
The greatest of all times, actin', rhymes, politically speaking,no silly
ass punch lines
Treach took it hard when they murked you, brought us closer together
Though, since now he a part of my circle

Nigga we miss you. Straight up. I know I can speak for all the homies on
this side
We all miss you. And it's more than just a song, my nigga. Cause that ain't
'bout nothin'
We did 400 of those in one year, ya heard me?

[Verse 2]
Ain't nobody lookin' out, I know they all hated you
I wonder how shit would've been if you'dve made it through
I can't believe they got you, you know how me and Yak do
I would've rolled out on them niggas before they popped you
And everybody feelin' us, but ain't feelin' the pain
I'm up against all odds, but I'm still in the game
What's wrong with these poo putts, how's it all over?
And I'll come out squeezin' if I can start it all over
Tha mainstream ain't feelin' the laws, it seem weird now
We don't get the spins like before, cause you ain't here now
Only God can judge me, but tell that to these niggas
Learned one thing from Death Row, and that's how to read niggas
But now I'm back home on the east coast
They know I'm 'bout that thug life, so I keep my heat close
At least most wanted, niggas like us don't live too long
That's why I had to put this pain in this song
And if nothin' else, tell Storm, Yak, Gade, and Big
I'll see 'em soon but for now, later my nigg

Pac, I miss you nigga
And we still mobbin' out here for all ya'll
One love to all y'all niggas