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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