2 PAC - Letter To The President lyrics
rate meUhh.. dear mr. president<br>Whas happenin? <br>I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood<br>Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected<br>Ain't nothin changed<br>All the promises you made, before you got elected..<br>.. they ain't came true<br><br>[2pac]<br>Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood<br>Send mo' troops, dear mr. president<br>(me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)<br>Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood<br>Send mo' troops..<br><br>Why should I lie, when I can dramatize? <br>Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized<br>Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious<br>Cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches<br>Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss<br>Each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick<br>My heaviest verse'll move a mountain<br>Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin<br>Fuck the friendships, I ride alone<br>Destination death row, finally found a home<br>Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia<br>Dear lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely<br>Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home<br>Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on? <br>Figure if we high they can train us<br>But then america fucked up and blamed up<br>I guess it's cause we black that we targets<br>My only fear is god, I spit that hard shit<br>In case you don't know, I let my pump go<br>Get ? ride for m'thulu? like I ride for geronimo<br>Down to die, for everything I represent<br>Meant every word, in my letter to the president<br><br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br>(what should I do? )<br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br><br>[e.d.i. amin]<br>Oh youse a ball in the white house, I hope you comfortable<br>Cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out<br>Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless<br>And young soul bros, ready to rode a starship<br>Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the godless<br>I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that<br>Wanna ban rap? stand back, before you get hurt<br>It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work<br>On a mission listen more chips my goal and position<br>First on my decision I realized the same nigga<br>Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar<br>Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better<br>But you keep, tellin us, that it is<br>While your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig<br>Don't be surprised if you see us<br>Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker<br><br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br><br>[kastro]<br>Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke<br>Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so<br>It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow<br>Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals<br>And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets<br>To people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks<br>Mr. president, it's evident, nobody really care<br>For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair<br>I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale<br>So i'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail<br>But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share<br>Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here<br>Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease<br>I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees<br>And I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent<br>And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the president<br><br>Shit is still fucked up y'all<br>And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better<br>And it ain't gon' get better<br><br>[2pac]<br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up..<br><br>Heavenly father may I holla at you briefly<br>I wanna meet the president, but will he meet me? <br>He's scared to look inside the eyes of a thug nigga<br>We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin<br>How hypocritical is liberty? <br>That blind bitch ain't never did shit for me<br>My history, full of casket and scars<br>My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars<br>And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard<br>Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was god? <br>Somewhere in the middle of my mind<br>Is a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him die<br>Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood<br>Lookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs<br>Down to die, for everything I represent<br>Meant every word, in my letter to the president<br><br>[big syke]<br>Blacks is broke, think it's a joke that we livin low? <br>Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'? <br>Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid<br>Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed<br>Day after day, and night after night<br>Battles and wars to the daylight<br>We might change and rearrange if you do somethin<br>Til then we gonna keep it comin, mr. president<br>Hehe<br>And I meant every word in my letter to the president<br><br>[2pac]<br>Word motherfuckin life<br>Fuck this nigga think? <br>Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare<br>We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin? <br>Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ? ? <br>Nigga this thug life, westside outlaw immortalz nigga<br>We fin' to hustle til we come up<br><br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br>Dear mr. president, tell me what to do<br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops<br><br>Dear mr. clinton, shit<br>It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker<br>To make a dollar in these here streets<br>I mean shit, I hear you screamin peace<br>But we can't find peace<br>Til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece<br>I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me<br>So why don't you help a nigga out? <br>Sayin you cuttin welfare<br>That got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? <br>Shit, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks<br>But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin dollars<br>What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? <br>We ain't stupid<br>Think you got us lookin to lose<br>Tryin to turn all us young niggaz into troops<br>You want us to fight your war<br>What the fuck I'm fightin for? <br>Shit, I ain't got no love here<br>I ain't had a check all year<br>Taxin, all the blacks and<br>Police beatin me in the streets<br>Fuck peace<br><br>These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
