2 Pac - Letter To The President Lyrics
Uhh.. dear mr. presidentWhas happenin?Im writin you because, shit is still real *****ed up in my neighborhoodPretty much the same way, right around the time when you got electedAint nothin changedAll the promises you made, before you got elected.... they aint came true[2pac]Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hoodSend mo troops, dear mr. president(me and my homies is wonderin whats goin on.. holla!)Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hoodSend mo troops..Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatizedSimply by spittin Ive been blessed given riches, enemies suspiciousCause Im seldom in the company of *****esPlus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kissEach and every trick or *****, inside the shit I kickMy heaviest versell move a mountainCasualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin***** the friendships, I ride aloneDestination death row, finally found a homePlus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasiaDear lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerelyYours Im a thug, the product of a broken homeEverybodys doped up, nigga what you smokin on?Figure if we high they can train usBut then america *****ed up and blamed upI guess its cause we black that we targetsMy only fear is god, I spit that hard shitIn case you dont know, I let my pump goGet ? ride for mthulu? like I ride for geronimoDown to die, for everything I representMeant every word, in my letter to the presidentDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troops(what should I do? )Dear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troops[e.d.i. amin]Oh youse a ball in the white house, I hope you comfortableCause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights outUnder the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartlessAnd young soul bros, ready to rode a starshipLaunch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the godlessI gotta get chips, but you cant understand thatWanna ban rap? stand back, before you get hurtIts the only thing makin pay besides smoke and workOn a mission listen more chips my goal and positionFirst on my decision I realized the same niggaTrippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddarMuh*****ers hate cops, wait it aint gettin betterBut you keep, tellin us, that it isWhile your mother*****in troops keep killin our kids, digDont be surprised if you see usDumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, mother*****erDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troopsDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troops[kastro]Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbrokeFightin first my trained brain until its not soIts hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glowCadres of coppers patrol us like we some animalsAnd it aint no peace, my peace a piece on my streetsTo people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeksMr. president, its evident, nobody really careFor a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hairI was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart staleSo ima bring hell to earth until my heart failBut yall play fair, give me and mine, Ill shareTil yall show us you care, its gon be mayhem out hereMe and these 223sll freeze the biggest with easeIm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his kneesAnd Ive been born to represent, for that Ive been heaven sentAnd I meant, every word, in my letter, to the presidentShit is still *****ed up yallAnd yall wonder when its gon get betterAnd it aint gon get better[2pac]Dear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troopsDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up..Heavenly father may I holla at you brieflyI wanna meet the president, but will he meet me?Hes scared to look inside the eyes of a thug niggaWe tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealinHow hypocritical is liberty?That blind ***** aint never did shit for meMy history, full of casket and scarsMy own black nation at war, whole family behind barsAnd they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hardSister had a baby as an adolescent, where was god?Somewhere in the middle of my mindIs a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him dieCant lie Im a thug, drownin in my own bloodLookin for the reason that my mommas strung out on drugsDown to die, for everything I representMeant every word, in my letter to the president[big syke]Blacks is broke, think its a joke that we livin low?Yall sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo?Tell the secretary its necessary we get paidLook what you made, little kids gettin sprayedDay after day, and night after nightBattles and wars to the daylightWe might change and rearrange if you do somethinTil then we gonna keep it comin, mr. presidentHeheAnd I meant every word in my letter to the president[2pac]Word mother*****in life***** this nigga think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfareWe sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?Mother*****ers crazier than a mother*****in ? ?Nigga this thug life, westside outlaw immortalz niggaWe fin to hustle til we come upDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troopsDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troopsDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troopsDear mr. president, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troopsDear mr. clinton, shitIts gettin harder and harder for a mother*****erTo make a dollar in these here streetsI mean shit, I hear you screamin peaceBut we cant find peaceTil my little niggaz on these streets get a pieceI know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear meSo why dont you help a nigga out?Sayin you cuttin welfareThat got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?Shit, yall want us to put down our glocks and our rocksBut yall aint ready to give us no mother*****in dollarsWhat happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?We aint stupidThink you got us lookin to loseTryin to turn all us young niggaz into troopsYou want us to fight your warWhat the ***** Im fightin for?Shit, I aint got no love hereI aint had a check all yearTaxin, all the blacks andPolice beatin me in the streets***** peaceThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo troops
