2Pac — Letter to the President Original Version

[Intro: 2Pac] My letter to the President, tell me what to do? These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear President tell me what to do? These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops [Verse 1: 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 '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 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 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, send mo’ troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do? These niggas actin' up in the hood, send mo’ troops [Verse 2: E.D.I. Amin & Kastro] Oh you's a baller in the White House I hope you comfortable 'cause yo' I spend my nights out, when the lights out Under the safety of darkness Amongst the crazed and the heartless And young soul bros And a Mr. cobra contest With all these problems my world Spendin' this drama on earl My President never seen senate with pleasure like Whatever momma tell me she hit it No not the lottery shit Meanin' she do what I ain't do Break her off before I did Slip deep into the mind of a loner My foes say fuck him, he’s a goner But it ain't no shorts up on these corners On a mission Listen, let’s ease my guard with precision Personally my decision When I realized this ain't livin' How you really ain't know How this ghetto life go For me and all my homies, when our enemies bone You got the C.I.A And we got our A.K For protection, in our section In the felony days To the President (Haha) [Verse 3: Mussolini] (Check it) Mr. President I represent the ghetto Tell your wife hello, I got to go I be brief with this pedigree Niggas is locked and said blocks on penitentiary life More niggas in jail than baptized For centuries minority families how you stay lackin' Homeless shelters over-crowded and you still taxin' Homies dyin' out who got the clout, not me You get more time for five grams, than a half a key Blacks poppin' rocks, and whites on the potty rhyme And why don’t test mine, rather die than let you see me cry Across the border ask the lord to put somebody in your seat that cares How can we stay in this world we supposed to share Democrats, Republicans scum me to the concrete No education inflation's covered by white sheets Try to ball legally conspiracy surrounds me So I’m a outlaw from now until eternity Forever Mussolini [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 in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do? These niggas, actin' up— [Verse 4: 2Pac] 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 [Verse 5: Mussolini] 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 [Ad-libs: 2Pac] Hehe 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 ya motherfuckin' scout Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga We fin' to hustle 'til we come up [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 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) [Overlapped Hook: 2Pac] (Dear Mr. President) niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops) Dear Mr. President is here Niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops) Dear Mr. President Niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops) Dear Mr. President These niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops) Dear Mr. President Niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops) Dear Mr. President These niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops).. Outlaw These niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops).. Outlaw!! Niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops).. Outlaw!! Niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops).. Outlaw!! Niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops).. Outlaw Niggas actin' up in the hood (Send mo’ troops) [Collision: 2Pac] Dear Mr. Clinton… 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!