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2 pac – letter 2 the president lyrics

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uh, dear mr. president, what’s happenin’?
i’m writin’ you because, sh-t is still real f-cked 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
tell me what to do, these n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

why should i lie, when i can dramatize?
n-gg-z 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 b-tches

plus the concepts i depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or b-tch, inside the sh-t i kick
my heaviest verse’ll move a mountain
casualties in m-ss amounts, brothers keep countin’

f-ck 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, n-gg- what you smokin’ on?
figure if we high they can train us
but then america f-cked up and blamed up

i guess it’s ’cause we black that we targets
my only fear is god, i spit that hard sh-t
in case you don’t know, i let my pump go
get [unverified] 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 n-gg-z actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops
(what should i do?)
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

oh, you’s 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg-
trippin’ to drastic measures tryin’ to get stacks of cheddar
muh’f-ckers hate cops, wait it ain’t gettin’ better

but you keep, tellin’ us, that it is
while your motherf-ckin’ troops keep killin’ our kids, dig
don’t be surprised if you see us
dumpin’ with nuttin’ but artillery to free us, motherf-cker

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
fightin’ first my trained brain until it’s not so
it’s hostile, n-gg-z 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, n-body really care
for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair

i was raised to raise h-ll, frail and my heart stale
so i’ma bring h-ll 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 n-gg- 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

sh-t is still f-cked up y’all
and y’all wonder when it’s gon’ get better
and it ain’t gon’ get better

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z 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 n-gg-
we tired of bein’ scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin’

how hypocritical is liberty?
that blind b-tch ain’t never did sh-t 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 n-gg- 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, he he
and i meant every word in my letter to the president

word motherf-ckin’ life, f-ck this n-gg- think?
cuttin’ taxes, takin’ off welfare
we ‘sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin’?
motherf-ckers crazier than a motherf-ckin’?

n-gg- this thug life, westside outlaw immortalz n-gg-
we fin’ to hustle ’til we come up

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
dear mr. president, tell me what to do
these n-gg-z actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops

dear mr. clinton, sh-t
it’s gettin’ harder and harder for a motherf-cker
to make a dollar in these here streets
i mean sh-t, i hear you screamin’ peace

but we can’t find peace
’til my little n-gg-z 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 n-gg- out?

sayin’ you cuttin’ welfare
that got us n-gg-z on the street, thinkin’ who in the h-ll care?
sh-t, y’all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
but y’all ain’t ready to give us no motherf-ckin’ 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 n-gg-z into troops
you want us to fight your war, what the f-ck i’m fightin’ for?

sh-t, 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
f-ck peace
these n-gg-z actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

- 2 pac lyrics

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