2Pac, Outlawz - Letter to the President (Original Version) lyrics

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

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

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

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 CIA
And we got our AK
For protection, in our section
In the felony days to the President (Haha)

(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

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

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

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

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

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)

(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)

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!