Letter 2 Pac

Boosie bad. holla at my nigga right quick

My letter to 2Pac.

Wake up nigga, 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 shit

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 shit this trap shit

South run the rap shit

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 bitch 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 nigga in a car, heard he killed the nigga

I hope he beat them bitches

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 fucked 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.