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.