I loved the game, until my mah boy got shot up fer this shit
drugs, guns, i dont wanna be clean, but im threw with this
'pac' taught him how its done, em taught him how to hate
now hes gone, I wanna move on, but i "procrastinate"
you were a solja, a tru one at that, no words could x-plain it
no one did what youve done, its just such a shame your life
ended with the sound of a gun

You taught me how to hold it
how to pull the trigger too
now i lay my gun down
cos i see what its done to you
(repeat x2)

I cant belive this, the night wasnt suposed to go wrong
a year ago, i wouldnt belive youd be gone
you was pissed off, once again like you always do
i understand that it finnally got to you
i hate it, i know it, i aknowlege, and i agree
following your foot steps now isnt for me
your tully are...(yeh)
my boy, mah hommie, a tru gangsta,till the end
but mostly, trully a freind

you taught me how to hold it
how to pull the trigger too
now i lay my gun down
cos i see what its done to you
(repeat x2)