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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
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I be going through it, just like you
Police hate me, government officals
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
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They call this hustle shit this trap 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
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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
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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)
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Anyway, save a spot for me
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
I fucked two hoes, I tossed it up last night
And they let me press record, I went dumb last night
But anyway, you're probably tired so ima let you go
But thanks for everything you got me through, 100