2Pac & Outlawz

2Pac & Outlawz - Letter To The President lyrics

Uhh.. dear Mr. President

Whas happenin?

I'm 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

Ain't nothin changed

All the promises you made, before you got elected..

.. they ain't 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 what's 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 I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious

cause I'm 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 verse'll 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 I'm a thug, the product of a broken home

Everybody's 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 it's cause we black that we targets

My only fear is God, I spit that hard s**t

In case you don't know, I let my pump go

Get ?ride for M'Thulu? 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 can't understand that

Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt

It's 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

Muh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better

But you keep, tellin us, that it is

while your motherf**kin troops keep killin our kids, dig

Don't 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 it's not so

It's hostile, ni**az lick shots to watch the glocks glow

Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals

And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets

to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks

Mr. President, it's 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 I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail

But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share

Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here

Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease

I'm still a ni**a you fear, bring the beast to his knees

and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent

And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President

s**t is still f**ked up y'all

And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better

and it ain't 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?

He's 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 ain't 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

Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood

Lookin for the reason that my momma's 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 it's a joke that we livin low?

Y'all sniffin blow and postin what they hittin fo'?

Tell the secretary it's 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

It's 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 can't 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 don't 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, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks

but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?

We ain't 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 I'm fightin for?

s**t, I ain't got no love here

I ain't 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

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