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- Letter To The President - Album Version (Edited) 歌詞 2Pac
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- 2Pac Letter To The President - Album Version (Edited) 歌詞
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- Uh dear Mr President what's happening I'm writing you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way right around the time
When you got elected aingt nothing changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they aingt came true
Tell me what to do these niggaz acting up in the hood
Send mo troops dear Mr President
Tell me what to do these niggaz acting 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 spitting 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 counting
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 smoking 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 dongt 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 acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
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 making pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
First on my decision I realized the same nigga
Tripping to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh fuckers hate cops wait it aingt getting better
But you keep telling us that it is
While your motherfucking troops keep killing our kids dig
Dongt be surprised if you see us
Dumping with nutting but artillery to free us motherfucker
Dear Mr President tell us what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Strapped and angry with no hope and heartbroke
Fighting 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 aingt no peace my peace a piece on my streets
To people beefing and things squeaking 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 yall play fair give me and mine I'll share
Til yall show us you care it's gong be mayhem out here
Me and these two two three 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 yall
And you'll wonder when it's gong get better
And it aingt gong get better
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting 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 being scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealing
How hypocritical is Liberty
That blind bitch aingt 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 looking hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent where was God
Somewhere in the middle of my mind
Is a nigga on the tightrope screaming let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug drowning in my own blood
Looking 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 living low
Yall sniffing blow and posting what they hitting fo
Tell the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made little kids getting sprayed
Day after day and night after night battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if you do something
Til then we gonna keep it coming Mr President
And I meant every word in my letter to the President
Word motherfucking life fuck this nigga think
Cutting taxes taking off welfare
We sposed to just sit here go broke and die starving
This motherfucker's crazier than motherfucking
Nigga this thug life westside outlaw immortalz nigga
We fing to hustle til we come up tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr President tell me what to do
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops
Dear Mr Clinton shit
It's getting harder and harder for a motherfucker
To make a dollar in these here streets
I mean shit I hear you screaming 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 dongt you help a nigga out
Saying you cutting welfare that got us niggaz on the street
Thinking who in the hell care
Shit you'll want us to put down our glocks and our rocks
But you'll aingt readyto give us no motherfucking dollars
What happened to our forty acres and a mule fool
We aingt stupid think you got us looking to lose
Trying to turn all us young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm fighting for
Shit I aingt got no love here I aingt had a check all year
Taxing all the blacks and police beating me in the streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz acting up in the hood send mo troops troops troops
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