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. [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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).