“y’all know who killed. i’m filled im with the lugars from they rugers… or they desert [desi], dyin’ ain’t the shit but it’s present. kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot. givin’ cats the opposite of diets. you gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye. i was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me. shit, i need the company. apologies in order, to T’Yanna my daughter… if it was up to me, you would be with me, sorta like… daddy dearest. my vision be the clearest. silencers so you can’t hear it. competition still fear it. shit don’t ask me, i went from ashy to nasty to classy &still.”

not the downfall of the greatest but the rise. christopher george latore wallace —- forever blazed within our memories. may 21, 1972 – march 9, 1997.