Hussein Fatal Letter To Pac tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

Tekst piosenki

Yeah, I know it's long overdue,

Hussein Fatal, Thugtertainment,

You know what I'm saying?

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 write him a letter


Dear Pac, I shed a teardrop, missin' you and Yak for years

You changed my life man, I wish I was there

That night up in the MGM Grand, can't understand

They gang bangin', nobody had a gun in they hand

Shot you down in the streets, like President Kennedy

And we still pourin' Hennessy out 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' them joints so we don't get chips from 'em

Haters still hatin', I can't get no air play

There’s rumors that you still here, but that’s just hearsay

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

And Keisha doin' her thang, and Nutt-So 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 punchlines

Treach took it hard when they murked you

Brought us closer together though

'Cause now he a part of my circle, 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?


Ain't nobody lookin' out, I know they all hated you

I wonder how shit woulda been if you'da made it through

I can't believe they got you, you know how me and Yak do

I'da rolled out on them niggas before they popped you

And everybody feel 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 it's all over?

And I'll come out squeezin', if I can start it all over

The mainstream ain't feelin' the laws, and seem weird now

We don't get the spins like before, 'cause you ain't here now

Only God can judge me, would 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

Pac, I miss you nigga


And we still mobbin' out here for all y'all

One love to all y'all niggas though 

Tłumaczenie