dear pac

dear pac i know you don't know me but it's yo boi pastor troy

georgia boi

i'm writen you today cause i'm sick of dis

dis mutherfuckin rap game with dat bullshit

i mean these muthafuckin niggas bout these hoes

tend to trust on any other two songs

they talk about chrome

these niggas won't kill shit and won't let shit die

but they thugs in da public eye

why i

continue to tote pumps but minus da picture takin

as soon as dem hoes jump we handle dat situation

i'm tired of da fakin

my balls big as alaska

who wanna bless da pastor

i ask ya

before i muthafuckin cock my weapon

and watch how quick they muthafuckin ass be steppin

but it ain't nuthin to run for

ain't gone shoot shit what you tote da gun for

naw bra

boom boom

it's p.t muthafucka they lookin for me i'm at my mansion in augusta

i'm slick as butter

da human canon ball

and make no mistakes cause i will kill em all

i never fall cause i'm to busy comin up

i'm pullin my benz with my monster truck

i cut a few friends but my endz still meet

and fuck sellin out cause i got love in da street

so pac holla if ya at da bahamas

i'm a come and ball witcha it'll be my honor

much luv for da game dat ya gave to me

pastor troy representin d.s.g.b

much luv