Letter To Pac

Yea I kno it's long ova due. Hussein Fatal, Thugtertainment.
It's a letter 2 my homeboy, it's my dogg. U kno what I'm talkin bout, it's my dog.
Since tha air waves have been clear for like 10 years, I thought I might write him a letter.

Dear Pac, I shed a teardrop missin u and Yak 4 years
U changed my life man, I wish I was there
That night up n tha MGM Grand, can't undastand
They gang bangin', nobody had a gun n they hand
Shot u down n tha street like president kennedy, n we still pourin out henessey 4 ya memory
Setcha calm down malik gettin grown now, resemble E.D.I a lil bit but he got his own style
Roddy Shot Yak, mu took his shahadah, I had anotha baby girl n I name her assata
Her middle name ya last name her family tree, I can't help 2 think where would it be
Out on crenshaw, slossin, flossin how we use to. Ridin' down sunset bangin tha juice crew
Everybody takin ya songs n remixin them, Mixtapin R them jones so we don't get chips 4 them
Hataz still hatin, I can't get no air play. It's rumors that u still here but that's jus here say
Snoop ain't reachin out 2 us neither is suge, he catchin slack ova ya murder so he ain't doin good
Noble n E.D.I still on tha grind, Keishia doin het thang an Nuttso keep it real all tha time
Niggaz miss u with them sunkist sodas n all ya jokes, tha olda brotha I neva had [bad word]  the G.O.A.T
The greatest of all time, actin, rhymes, political speaking, n them silly [bad word] punch lines
Treach took it hard when they murked u, brought us closer 2getha since now, he apart of my circle n we miss u
(Str8 up. I kno I can speak 4 all tha homiez on this side, we all miss u. And it's more than jus a song [bad word]  N That ain't bout nothin, We did 400 of those n 1 year, ya heard me?)

Ain't nobody lookin out I kno they all hated u, I wonder how [bad word] would've been if u done made it thru
I can't believe they gotchu, U kno how me n yak do I woulda rolled out on them niggaz before they popped u
N everybody feelin us but ain't feelin tha pain, I'm up against all oddz but I'm still in tha game
What's wrong with these poo puttz, howz it all ova? And I'll come out squeezin if I can start it all ova
Tha mainstream ain't feelin tha lawz it seem weird now, we don't get tha spinz like before cause u ain't here now
Only God Can Judge Me, But tell that 2 these niggaz, learned 1 thing from deathrow n that's how 2 read niggaz
But now I'm back home on tha east coast, they kno I'm bout that THUGLIFE so I keep my heat close
At least most wanted niggaz like us don't live 2 long, that's y I Had 2 put this pain n this song n if nothin else
Tell Storm, Yak, Gade, n BIG I'll see em' soon but, 4 now later my nigg.
(Pac I miss u [bad word]  n we still mobbin out here! 4 all ya'll, 1 love 2 all ya niggaz dogg).