| A yo Pac, you work, you gave a lot of love back to uh, some Bay Area artists
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| Like E-40, 4-Tay (yup), you know, Dru Down, and the whole crew
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| Talk about what made you decide to work with them
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| Because I can’t always be in the Bay
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| And I know how the Bay is
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| The Bay is tight people, man
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| If you ain’t there, they gone talk about you
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| So I want them to know, I love you, I feel you, I’m representing for you
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| So I know I got a certain amount of acclaim and everything
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| So I bring the Bay with me, and 4-Tay, he always been raw to me
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| And I like his style, when I was in jail, I used to listen to his stuff
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| So when I got out, we clicked, we did the song
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| Now he in jail, now I got to do what he did for me
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| When I was in jail, he used to send out shout outs
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| And say how he support me and everything
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| Now I support 4-Tay, everybody pray for him and send letters
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| I hope the brother get out of jail soon as possible and get back to his shit
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| Because you know it’s a struggle for every young black man
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| 4-Tay, you know how it is, only God can judge
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| I ain’t trying to make you feel all down and bitter
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| This is for my dog, about to pour me out a little liquor
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| Could of swam in the tears shedded in the Bay
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| Try to hold it in, couldn’t help but cry all day
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| I’m stressing, please with my rap, hopefully it’s working
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| Because when your folks leave this earth, man, that shit be hurting
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| Emotional traumas, enough to make you lose your ground
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| No matter what happen, just represent and put it down
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| I feel I owe this to the real g’s across the nation
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| Not just the R.I.P., a player’s type of dedication
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| What’s rap without the game, gangsters, and villains
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| My fears of this calls me on got to make a killing
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| Because my voices is saying things that I ain’t ever heard of
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| And just because of that, a nigga wants to plot a murder?
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| But I got something for them suckers who intend to rush me
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| Part two, and only God can judge me
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| From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend?
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| And all the real players, pour out some Hen
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| This my dedication to a million soldiers
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| May you rest in peace, this coming from the Forte
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| From the ghetto to the pen, can you comprehend?
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| And all the real players, pour out some Hen
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| This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
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| And you can best believe — that it won’t stop, uh
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| You should’ve known that I’d be coming back, especially after
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| All the drama that done happened, got to holler at you
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| Coolio hot and the Together Brothers kicked the game
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| But things done got so out of hand that we can’t even sing
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| This ain’t a sad song, man this some real shit
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| Go to clubs and chop up game, who pump that rough shit?
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| Wish I could bring you all back from heaven but I can’t
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| Sometimes I reminisce and down a whole fifth of drink
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| But the least I could do is stay on the hit list
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| Despite the controversy, put it down and shift the gift
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| Life goes on just like a show goes on
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| The player haters roll on, but man we oh so strong
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| Wish I could bring you back through the time
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| So we could spit some rhymes, and show them busters how players recline
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| So took the deepest feelings in the heart, and when the drama starts
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| Just ask yourself who was down from the very start
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| Things just ain’t the way they used to be
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| It seems the more money you stack, the more retracted enemies
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| First round draft pick, millions for baskets
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| Jealousy and envy results to nothing but caskets
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| And it’s a cold thing for a black man
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| He clocking more than you clock, so you let that 9' rain?
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| True enough there’s a lot of drama in a ghetto story
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| And a lot of tears, but that comes with the territory
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| That’s why you got to keep the game on the shelf
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| And by all means, look out for your legitimate work
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| So let me put you up on the scoop, because suckers like to swoop
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| Before you know it you got caught up in the pimping
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| And ain’t nothing you can do to pay the price
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| Like innocent people I know with 25 to life
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| It’s got me caught up, stuck, trapped in a corner
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| But it’s Westside for life, I’m representing California
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| And anybody who lost a loved one
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| Rappin' 4-Tay and Rag Top
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| We too willing not to feel you
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| May you rest in peace
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| My dedication |