Letter to the President
How hypocritical is Liberty? / That blind bitch ain’t never did shit for me
[E.D.I. Mean & 2Pac]
Uhh
Dear Mr. President
What’s happenin’?
I’m writin’ you because
Shit is still real fucked 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…
Tell me what to do, these niggas actin’ up in the hood
They ain’t came true
Send mo’ troops, dear Mr. President
Me and my homies is wonderin’ what’s goin’ on…
Tell me what to do, these niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops…
Holla!
[2Pac]
Why should I lie
When I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics
Now traumatized
Simply by spittin’ I’ve been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious
Cuz I’m seldom in the company of bitches
Plus the concepts I depict
So visual that you can kiss
Each and every trick or bitch
Inside the shit I kick
My heaviest verse’ll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts
Brothers keep countin’
Fuck 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
Nigga, what you smokin’ on?
Figure if we high they can train us
But then America fucked up and blamed us
I guess it’s cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God
I spit that hard shit
In case you don’t know
I let my pump go
Get it ride for Mutulu
Like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die
For everything I represent
Meant every word
In my letter to the President
[Hook] [2Pac]
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
(What should I do?)
Send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
[E.D.I. Mean]
Oh you’s a baller 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
Hardship
Leave a nigga 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 nigga pay the paper
Besides smoke and work
On a mission
Listen [?] with precision
First made my decision
I realized this ain’t livin’
Trippin’ to drastic measures
Tryin’ to get stacks of cheddar
Motherfuckers hate cops
Wait, it ain’t gettin’ better
But you keep tellin’ us that it is
While your motherfuckin’ troops
Keep killin’ our kids
Dig
Don’t be surprised if you see us
Dumpin’ with nothing
But artillery to free us, motherfucker
[Hook] [E.D.I. Mean]
Dear Mr. President
Tell us what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
[Kastro]
Strapped and angry
With no hope, and heart-broke
Fightin’ first my trained brain
Until it’s not so
It’s hostile
Niggas 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 fiefs for weeks
Mr. President, it’s evident
Nobody really care
For a struggler out the gutter
22 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’s
Will freeze the biggest with ease
I’m still a nigga 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
[E.D.I Mean]
Shit is still fucked up, y’all
And y’all wonder when it’s gon’ get better
It ain’t gon’ get better
[Hook] [2Pac]
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up…
[2Pac]
Heavenly Father
May I holla at you briefly?
I wanna meet the President
But will he meet me?
Is he scared to look inside
The eyes of a thug nigga?
We tired of being scapegoats
For this capitalistic drug dealin’
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain’t never did shit 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
13 lookin’ hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent
Where was God?
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga 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
And I meant every word
In my letter to the President
[2Pac]
Word motherfuckin’ like
What the fuck this nigga think?
Cuttin’ taxes, takin’ off welfare
We ’sposed to just sit here, go broke and die
Starvin’?!
Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin’ scout
Nigga, this Thug Life, Westside, Outlaw Immortalz
Nigga, we finna hustle ’til we come up
[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops
[2Pac]
Dear Mr. Clinton
Shit…
It’s gettin’ harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit
I hear you screamin’ peace
But we can’t find peace
’Til my little niggas on these streets get a piece
I know you fear me
Cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don’t you help a nigga out?
Sayin’ you cuttin’ welfare
That got us niggas on the street
Thinkin’ who in the hell care?
Shit
Y’all want us to put down our Glocks and our rocks
But y’all ain’t ready to give us no motherfuckin’ 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 niggas into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the fuck I’m fightin’ for?
Shit
I ain’t got no love here
I ain’t had a check all year
Taxin’ all the blacks
Police beatin’ me in the streets…
Fuck peace!
These niggas actin’ up in the hood
Send mo’ troops..troops..troops..troops!