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2Pac - "Letter To The President"
Lyrics to Letter To The President : Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin' Im writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected Aint nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they aint came true [2Pac] Tell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood Send mo troops, dear Mr. President (Me and my homies is wonderin whats goin on.. holla!) Tell me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood Send mo troops.. Why should I lie, when I can dramatize' ni**az fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin Ive been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious cause Im seldom in the company of bi**hes Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick My heaviest versell move a mountain Casualties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin f**k the friendships, I ride alone Destination Death Row, finally found a home Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely yours Im a thug, the product of a broken home Everybodys doped up, ni**a what you smokin on' Figure if we high they can train us but then America f**ked up and blamed up I guess its cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t In case you dont know, I let my pump go Get 'ride for MThulu' like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the President Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops (What should I do') Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops [Kastro] Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it, leave a ni**a flat for scratch, the Godless I gotta get chips, but you cant understand that Wanna ban rap' Stand back, before you get hurt Its the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position First on my decision I realized the same ni**a Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muhf**kers hate cops, wait it aint gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherf**kin troops keep killin our kids, dig Dont be surprised if you see us Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherf**ker Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops [Edi Amin] Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke Fightin first my trained brain until its not so Its hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals And it aint no peace, my peace a piece on my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, its evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale So Ima bring hell to earth until my heart fail But yall play fair, give me and mine, Ill share Til yall show us you care, its gon be mayhem out here Me and these 223sll freeze the biggest with ease Im still a ni**a you fear, bring the beast to his knees and Ive been born to represent, for that Ive been heaven sent And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President s**t is still f**ked up yall And yall wonder when its gon get better and it aint gon get better [2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up.. Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me' Hes scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin How hypocritical is Liberty' That blind bi**h aint never did s**t for me My history, full of casket and scars My own black nation at war, whole family behind bars And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God' Somewhere in the middle of my mind is a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin let him die Cant lie Im a thug, drownin in my own blood Lookin for the reason that my mommas strung out on drugs Down to die, for everything I represent Meant 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 paid Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed Day after day, and night after night Battles and wars to the daylight We might change and rearrange if you do somethin Til then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President Hehe And I meant every word in my letter to the President [2Pac] Word motherf**kin life f**k this ni**a think'Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare We sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin' Motherf**kers crazier than a motherf**kin '' ni**a this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz ni**a We fin to hustle til we come up Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops Dear Mr. Clinton, s**t Its gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker to make a dollar in these here streets I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace But we cant find peace til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why dont you help a ni**a out'Sayin you cuttin welfare That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the hell care' s**t, yall want us to put down our glocks and our rocks but yall aint ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool' We aint stupid Think you got us lookin to lose Tryin to turn all us young ni**az into troops You want us to fight your war What the f**k Im fightin for' s**t, I aint got no love here I aint had a check all year Taxin, all the blacks and police beatin me in the streets f**k peace These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo troops [ Letter To The President Lyrics ]
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