R.I.P Tupac

Ya thought it was over
But it's only the beginnig, thug don't die
One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave
That's what they're screaming
But theese hustler on this earth is the demons
God call my dough, It's time to move on
You a rider, jump in the Pimp caddy
get you're cruise on
God got you now, no more penitentiary
You'se a soldier, brotha you made history
Hoes moaning, no more pain
Took my dogs to another place another gang
It's still westside, till we die
gangsta roll, reminisce and getting high
Thug, no more tears, moma shared
No more pain in the muthaphukkin' new year
Cause you're in heaven with the other G's
We scream, Makaveli to our enemies
You're like a ghost, to the brotha in the Eastcoast
Makaveli number one in every recordstore
You live life to the fullest, then you die
You taught brotha never run, just ride
Killaz, that's what you hanged with
Gangstaz, that's what you banged with
You felt dead around the corner, but you came out
Real gangsta don't change, that's what's you'se about
You taught gangsta to take pain, deal main
That's why Tupac, thug scream your name
Tatooed up with t-shirt
When you die you say ashes and no dirt
See, you'se a legend in your own time
Ghetto means in every gangsta rhyme
Cause your, real to the fullest
If you had a trigga, homie you pull it
R.I.P to my thug, see you in the prose
Rough from Master P, MUCH LOVE BROTHA!