ARTIST(s):        2Pac ft Outlaws
SONG TITLE:     Letter to the President
ALBUM:              Still I Rise
BY:                      2pacWorld.co.uk




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 

[Kastro] 

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 

[Edi Amin] 

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


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