Текст песни 2Pac - Letter To The President, слова песни 2Pac

Текст песни 2Pac - Letter To The President

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Uhh.. dear Mr. PresidentWhas happenin?I`m writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhoodPretty much the same way, right around the time when you got electedAin`t nothin changedAll 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 hoodSend 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 hoodSend mo` troops..Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatizedSimply by spittin I`ve been blessed given riches, enemies suspiciouscause I`m seldom in the company of bitchesPlus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kisseach and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kickMy heaviest verse`ll move a mountainCasualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countinFuck the friendships, I ride aloneDestination Death Row, finally found a homePlus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasiaDear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerelyyours I`m a thug, the product of a broken homeEverybody`s doped up, nigga what you smokin on?Figure if we high they can train usbut then America fucked up and blamed upI guess it`s cause we black that we targetsMy only fear is God, I spit that hard shitIn case you don`t know, I let my pump goGet ?ride for? Mutulu like I ride for GeronimoDown to die, for everything I representMeant every word, in my letter to the PresidentDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops (What should I do?)Dear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops[E.D.I. Amin]Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortablecause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights outunder the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartlessand young soul bros, ready to rode a starshipLaunch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the GodlessI gotta get chips, but you can`t understand thatWanna ban rap?Stand back, before you get hurtIt`s the only thing makin pay besides smoke and workOn a mission listen more chips my goal and positionFirst on my decision I realized the same niggaTrippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddarMuh`fuckers hate cops, wait it ain`t gettin betterBut you keep, tellin us, that it iswhile your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, digDon`t be surprised if you see usDumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfuckerDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troopsDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops[Kastro]Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbrokeFightin first my trained brain until it`s not soIt`s hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glowCadres of coppers patrol us like we some animalsAnd it ain`t no peace, my peace a piece on my streetsto people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeksMr. President, it`s evident, nobody really carefor a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hairI was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart staleSo I`ma bring hell to earth until my heart failBut y`all play fair, give me and mine, I`ll shareTil y`all show us you care, it`s gon` be mayhem out hereMe and these 223`sll freeze the biggest with easeI`m still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his kneesand I`ve been born to represent, for that I`ve been heaven sentAnd 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 doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troopsDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up..Heavenly Father may I holla at you brieflyI wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?He`s scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug NiggaWe tired of bein scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealinHow hypocritical is Liberty?That blind bitch ain`t never did shit for meMy history, full of casket and scarsMy own black nation at war, whole family behind barsAnd they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hardSister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?Somewhere in the middle of my mindis a nigga on the tightrope, screamin let him dieCan`t lie I`m a thug, drownin in my own bloodLookin for the reason that my momma`s strung out on drugsDown to die, for everything I representMeant 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 paidLook what you made, little kids gettin sprayedDay after day, and night after nightBattles and wars to the daylightWe might change and rearrange if you do somethinTil then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. PresidentHeheAnd I meant every word in my letter to the President[2Pac]Word motherfuckin lifeFuck this nigga think?Cuttin taxes, takin off welfareWe `sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?Motherfuckers crazier than a motherfuckin ??Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz niggaWe fin` to hustle til we come upDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troopsDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troopsDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troopsDear Mr. President, tell me what to doThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troopsDear Mr. Clinton, shitIt`s gettin harder and harder for a motherfuckerto make a dollar in these here streetsI mean shit, I hear you screamin peaceBut we can`t find peacetil my little niggaz on these streets get a pieceI know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear meSo why don`t you help a nigga out?Sayin you cuttin welfareThat got us niggaz on the street, thinkin who in the hell care?Shit, y`all want us to put down our glocks and our rocksbut y`all ain`t ready to give us no motherfuckin dollarsWhat happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?We ain`t stupidThink you got us lookin to loseTryin to turn all us young niggaz into troopsYou want us to fight your warWhat the fuck I`m fightin for?Shit, I ain`t got no love hereI ain`t had a check all yearTaxin, all the blacks andpolice beatin me in the streetsFuck peaceThese niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo` troops

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