2pac And Outlawz Letter To The President Lyrics

Letter To The President Lyrics

F/ Big Syke



Uhh.. dear Mr. President

Whas 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..

.. they ain't came true



[2Pac]

Tell me what to do, these niggaz 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 niggaz actin up in the hood

Send mo' troops..



Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?

Niggaz 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 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 up

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 ?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 niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

	(What should I do?)

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops



[E.D.I. Amin]

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 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 makin pay besides smoke and work

On a mission listen more chips my goal and position

First on my decision I realized the same nigga

Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar

Muh'fuckers 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 nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker



Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops



[Kastro]

Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke

Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so

It's hostile, niggaz 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 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



	Shit is still fucked 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 niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz 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 Nigga

We tired of bein 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, thirteen 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

Hehe

And I meant every word in my letter to the President



[2Pac]

Word motherfuckin life

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 ??

Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga

We fin' to hustle til we come up



Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops



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 niggaz 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 nigga out?

Sayin you cuttin welfare

That got us niggaz 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 niggaz 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 and

police beatin me in the streets

Fuck peace



These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops