Tribute Video To Hussein Fatal - Letter To Pac (Lyrics) April 3, 1977 - July 11, 2015 R.I.P Hussein Fatal,now you made your way up there to Thugz mansion... # Gone but will never be forgotten I don't have any rights of the song! Hussein Fatal - Letter To Pac | Lyrics [Intro] 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 Assata 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 [Interlude] 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 [Outro] Pac, I miss you nigga. And we still mobbin' out here for all ya'll. One love to all y'all niggas

• published: 12 Jul 2015
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