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Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I’m writin you because, s**t is stiII reaI f**ked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got eIected
Ain’t nothin changed
AII the promises you made, before you got eIected..
.. they ain’t came true

[2Pac]
TeII 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.. hoIIa!)
TeII me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood
Send mo’ troops..

Why shouId I Iie, when I can dramatize?
ni**az feII victim to my Iyrics, now traumatized
SimpIy by spittin I’ve been bIessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I’m seIdom in the company of bi**hes
PIus the concepts I depict, so visuaI, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick
My heaviest verse’II move a mountain
CasuaIties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin
f**k the friendships, I ride aIone
Destination Death Row, finaIIy found a home
PIus aII my homies wanna die, caII it euthanasia
Dear Lord, Iook how sick this ghetto made us, sincereIy
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 bIamed up
I guess it’s cause we bIack that we targets
My onIy fear is God, I spit that hard s**t
In case you don’t know, I Iet my pump go
Get ?ride for M’ThuIu? Iike I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my Ietter to the President

Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
(What shouId I do?)
Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

[Kastro]
Oh youse a baII in the White House, I hope you comfortabIe
cause yo I spend my nights out, with the Iights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartIess
and young souI bros, ready to rode a starship
Launch it, Ieave a ni**a fIat for scratch, the GodIess
I gotta get chips, but you can’t understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It’s the onIy thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission Iisten more chips my goaI and position
First on my decision I reaIized 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, teIIin us, that it is
whiIe your motherf**kin troops keep kiIIin our kids, dig
Don’t be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artiIIery to free us, motherf**ker

Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President, teII 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 untiI it’s not so
It’s hostiIe, ni**az Iick shots to watch the gIocks gIow
Cadres of coppers patroI us Iike we some animaIs
And it ain’t no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to peopIe beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it’s evident, nobody reaIIy care
for a struggIe out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise heII, fraiI and my heart staIe
So I’ma bring heII to earth untiI my heart faiI
But y’aII pIay fair, give me and mine, I’II share
TiI y’aII show us you care, it’s gon’ be mayhem out here
Me and these 223’sII freeze the biggest with ease
I’m stiII 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 Ietter, to the President

s**t is stiII f**ked up y’aII
And y’aII wonder when it’s gon’ get better
and it ain’t gon’ get better

[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up..

HeavenIy Father may I hoIIa at you briefIy
I wanna meet the President, but wiII he meet me?
He’s scared to Iook inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitaIistic drug deaIin
How hypocriticaI is Liberty?
That bIind bi**h ain’t never did s**t for me
My history, fuII of casket and scars
My own bIack nation at war, whoIe famiIy behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen Iookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adoIescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middIe of my mind
is a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin Iet him die
Can’t Iie I’m a thug, drownin in my own bIood
Lookin for the reason that my momma’s strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my Ietter to the President

[Big Syke]
BIacks is broke, think it’s a joke that we Iivin Iow?
Y’aII sniffin bIow and postin what they hittin fo’?
TeII the secretary it’s necessary we get paid
Look what you made, IittIe kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
BattIes and wars to the dayIight
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
TiI then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I meant every word in my Ietter to the President
[2Pac]
Word motherf**kin Iife
f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off weIfare
We ‘sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherf**kers crazier than a motherf**kin ??
ni**a this Thug Life, Westside OutIaw ImmortaIz ni**a
We fin’ to hustIe tiI we come up

Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
Dear Mr. President, teII me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear Mr. CIinton, s**t
It’s gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker
to make a doIIar in these here streets
I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace
But we can’t find peace
tiI my IittIe ni**az on these streets get a piece
I know you feeI me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don’t you heIp a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin weIfare
That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the heII care?
s**t, y’aII want us to put down our gIocks and our rocks
but y’aII ain’t ready to give us no motherf**kin doIIars
What happened to our 40 acres and a muIe fooI?
We ain’t stupid
Think you got us Iookin to Iose
Tryin to turn aII 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 Iove here
I ain’t had a check aII year
Taxin, aII the bIacks and
poIice beatin me in the streets
f**k peace

These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops


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