SUGE
satan's underground eternallyespecially for that evil stuff that you did to me
you (Suge) may have gotten away squeaky clean
but you forgot that God was on the scene
He (God) saw those phony tears that you pretended to care
Because He knew your heart wasn't really there
So after my (2Pac) untimely demise
Your stock in me started to rise
There you were rubbing your greasy palms
Because you made more after I was gone
I (2pac) just wish I saw the real you before I signed my name
But I was too busy blinded by fortune and fame
Then you took me on that fatal ride
Where you had me set up to die
But that's OK because my soul is truly resting in peace
But I have one question
Where will your's go after you are deceased
written by Marvin Crutchfield aka Mrpoetry
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