Text: Bay Area. Other. The Song Continues On.

[Too $hort: talking]
Send a shout out to the homie Pac
Know you out there somewhere right now writing rhymes man, laying tracks
Straight love, you know what im saying always man
We had never forgot about Tupac, you know, thats our boy til the end

[Too $hort x2: rapping]
From hood to hood, block to block
The Bay always got love for Tupac

[E-40:]
Ooooh, [?] game impecable
Work game incredible(how many songs did he do)
Nine songs a day, no less than four
A rap legend, an icon, a reptible
Last time i seen him was at my Rapper's Ball video
Pec you'll be proud of me pimpin', I'm doing my best
Not only the Bay, but im holding down the West
And I just wanna thank Afeni(why)
For birthing Tupac Shakur, hte greatest rapper in history

[Hammer:]
Im glad we had a chance, to say goodbye
I shed so many tears and you changed my life
California Love baby ride or die
I can hear you, right now, Pac yelling West Side
And west it is, we got the world going dumb
We gone make'em understand Pac where we coming from
Dont you worry homie, rest in peace
We appreciate your love, let your soul run free

[San Quinn:]
Look into the hearts of men, every pumping valve
Man i wish we had 2Pacalypse now
Like you, I wanna make the whole love me
You let me now, only God can judge me
I got tears in my eyes as i write this verse
The whole Bay know you were hyphy first
You've been gone, the world stand srtong
Immortalized, the legend lives on

[chorus: Mike Marshall]
Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song thats in their veins
Its the music of the people
Who have smiled found the pain
When the beating of your heart, there goes the beating of the drums
Know the song continues on when tomorrow comes

[Mistah Fab:]
(Mistah Fab)
This is for the great Amaru
God knew, that you, would ride through the ghettos of the world and provide food
For hopeless youth, dope feinds with dope to use
The way that you spoke your [?] gave hope to dudes
Tupac, the legndary Shakur
Makaveli the Don, a profit im sure
And '96 man it dont seem like its been
I can picture you rolling up in your 500 Bens

[Mac Mall:]
(Mac)
You gave me love on the ghetto scene
Put me on a million TV screens, with you
I remember drinking liqour at century clubs
Watching superstars sworn over Thug Life
You took a youngin fromt he Crest Side, world wide
Real thizzness [?] when you died
Im a real outlaw
And ima ride til the end of time
And when i see you on the other side
Ima crack the cap on the heny
And Big Brother[?]

[Band-Aide of Dem Hoodstarz:]
(Hoodstarz)
All eyes on me
Dear mama, its me against the world
You know I get around like your brendas little girl
Blast me, no im not telling you to blast me
Pac was a [?], his death was a tragedy

[Scoot of Dem Hoddstarz]
Come with me, hail mary to the soldiers
Spit at the cameras, flippin off the rollers
I swear you made a nation full of thugs, put your W's up
And make the West Coast feel like [?], rest in peace Pac

[chorus]

[Turf: Talk]
(Aye Pac wassup mayne)
Man Ive been missing Makaveli since '96
Pac the games change, there are hella wimps
Picrture me rolling, one of my favorite songs
Satrin At The World Through My Rearview, Life Goes On
Had dreams of working with you, but it never happened
But I aint trippin cause we'll colabirate some day in heaven
All of your albums classic
All of them slappin
Is there a heaven for a G
I know you got it crackin

[Lil Uno of The Pack:]
Makaveli, Tupac, he was a legend
But now he's in a better place, on earth we call it heaven
'96 is the year that we lost a gift
You gone, but not forgotten, and you always will be missed

[B of The Pack:]
Man, Pac, we love you, nobody above you
You music touched us, and the people we buzzin
It's all about Pac, yea the angels with the broken wings
Rose from concrete, he's still here is what it seems

[Young L of The Pack:]
Stand troops, recognize the truth
Here lies the dude who lived rough and died for you
Took slugs and spilt his blood to lace the youth
And told young niggas to get up and face the blues
Cause its a thugs life, everyday is what we do
Love life, beleive and you'll see it through
So to my brother Pac make a place for me with you
Ima represent you, til I reach the tool

[chorus]

[Baby Bash:]
(Bash)
He used to clown around, when he came a round with the underground
Hit the V-Town with Kyrie on some thunder pounds
Even directed the video(Mac Mall)
He was on some mager shit way back then but we didnt know
How were Gsget to work, on the herb and the purp
Probably looking down, smiling on some purp
He had love for us Mexicans
Loves to see young playas stacking Benjamins

[Nump:]
(Nump Trump)
I wake up and blaze one for Pac every morning
Its Mr. I Got Grapes, picture me rolling
Everybody knows this, or knew what it was
When we found out Pac passed, it was so messed up
We were crushed, couldnt beleive it, Gorilla-Pinos and all
We still slap youre album til the music leaves on
When tomorrow comes, we still ride for Makaveli
From the low-lows to scrapers, you smell me
Ughhh

[Shock G:]
Pac, he didnt mean to die, he got in over his head
Died for you but wasnt trying to be dead
He went round and round, cause theres nothing better to do
What could be better than dying for you
Split the blunt, put the Henesi in the cup
Let me see ya, let me see ya toss it up
We all feel Tupac, now that he's gone
But recognize those alive who sing the same song, c'mon

[chorus]