Letter 2 Pac Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]
[Am]Boosie bad. holla at my nigga
[G]right quick[Em]

[Verse 2]
My letter to [Am]2Pac.
Wake up nigga,
let me holla at you right [G]quick

[Verse 3]
[Em]First of all I wanna let you know
That [Am]you're really missed
There will probably [G]be nobody better,
real shit
[Em]All through my life, you inspire me dawg
[Am]When you died, I really cried
I wanted [G]to ride for you dawg

[Verse 4]
[Em]Say 'pac
I be going through it, just like you
Police [Am]hate me, government [G]officals
They hate me too
People com[Em]pare me to you,
but I never asked for that glory
But I [Am]do feel like we one of a kind,
[G]with similar stor[Em]ies

[Verse 5]
They call this hustle shit this trap shit
South run [Am]the rap shit
Half these rappers wouldn't even [G]make it
if you was rapping 'pac
[Em]These dudes you used to beef with?
They blew up for real
The boy [Am]Jay Z, he eating,
he damn [G]near touching a bill

[Verse 6]
Uncondi[Em]tional love, dear mama
I ain't mad at you,
[Am]my favorite song
Say 'pac, when I listen to him
I wish [Em]that you was home
'pac, they charged me with murders, and [Am]maced me in my cell

[Verse 7]
Still, I got high in that bitch
[G]every day 'pac, lol

[Verse 8]
[Em]Your momma smilin',
she even got her own col[Am]lege
You served a purpose,
you gave millions of kid[G]s with nothing knowledge

[Verse 9]
Guess [Em]what?
Suge just hit a nigga in a car,
heard he killed the nigga
[Am]Pac, now he say he going blind[G]
I hope he beat them bitches

[Verse 10]
They still [Em]got money for wars
But they can't feed the poor
[Am]We got a black president now, 'pac
But [G]we still ain't got Moor,
it's crazy [Em](hisname's Obama)

[Verse 11]
I just wish I had some time to make a hit with you
[Am]
My oldest daughter Ivy say, "Daddy
[G]that's all you listen to"

[Verse 12]
[Em]I hate the cops just like you hate the cops
I [Am]can act in Hollywood but they
don't wanna give me [G]no shot
My bad, [Em]my name's Boosie

[Verse 13]
People don't even buy [Em]CD's no more,
'pac
Teen[Am]agers ain't even fighting [G]mane
They squeezing that nine (They
shootin' up everybody)
[Em]Anyway,

[Verse 14]
save a spot for me
I wish you had Google
[Am]Can't really tell you in this letter
[G]But it's a lot to know about
[Em]Boosie (I'm the truth 'pac)
Police shooting us down on TV now
It's [Am]starting to feel [G]like 1968 in 3D,
'pac
[Em]It's amazing
I fucked two hoes, I tossed it up last [Am]night
And they let me press record,
[G]I went dumb last night
[Em]Smile
But anyway, you're probably
tired so ima let you [Am]go
But thanks for everything you [G]got me through,
[Em]100
I remain the same
Boosie Badazz.
[Am][Em]