Big Syke - Letter to the President lyrics

[Intro: E.D.I & 2Pac] Uhh, dear Mr. President. What's happenin'? I'm writin' you because sh** is still real f**ed 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***as 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***as actin' up in the hood Send mo' troops… [Verse 1: 2Pac] Why should I lie when I can dramatize? n***as fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches Enemies suspicious cuz I'm seldom in the company of b**hes Plus the concepts I depict so visual that you can kiss Each and every trick or b**h, inside the sh** I kick My heaviest verse'll move a mountain Casualties in ma** amounts, brothers keep countin' f** the friendships, I ride alone Destination: d**h 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***a, what you smokin' on? Figure if we high they can train us But then America f**ed up and blamed us I guess it's cause we black that we targets My only fear is God, I spit that hard sh** In case you don't know I let my pump go Get it ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo Down to die for everything I represent Meant every word in my letter to the President [Hook: 2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops [Verse 2: E.D.I. Amin] Oh you's a baller 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 [?], leave a n***a 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 n***a pay the paper besides smoke and work On a mission, listen [?] with precision First made my decision, I realized this ain't livin' Trippin' to drastic measures, tryin' to get stacks of cheddar Motherf**ers hate cops, wait, it ain't gettin' better But you keep tellin' us that it is While your motherf**in' troops keep k**in' our kids Dig, don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin' with nothing but artillery to free us, motherf**er [Hook: E.D.I. Amin] Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops [Verse 3: Kastro] Strapped and angry, with no hope, and heart-broke Fightin' first my trained brain until it's not so It's hostile, n***as 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 struggler out the gutter, 22 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's will freeze the biggest with ease I'm still a n***a 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 [Ad-libs: E.D.I Mean] sh** is still f**ed up, y'all. And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better, and it ain't gon' get better [Hook: 2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up… [Verse 4: 2Pac] Heavenly Father, may I holla at you briefly? I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me? Is he scared to look inside the eyes of a thug n***a? We tired of being scapegoats for this capitalistic drug dealin' How hypocritical is Liberty? That blind b**h ain't never did sh** 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, 13 lookin' hard Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God? Somewhere in the middle of my mind Is a n***a 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 d** Down to die for everything I represent Meant every word in my letter to the President [Verse 5: 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 And I meant every word in my letter to the President [Ad-libs: 2Pac] Word motherf**in' life, what the f** this n***a think? Cuttin' taxes, takin' off welfare We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'?! Motherf**ers crazier than a motherf**in' scout n***a, this Thug Life, Westside, Outlaw Immortalz n***a, we finna hustle 'til we come up [Hook: 2Pac] Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops [Outro: 2Pac] Dear Mr. Clinton, sh** (send mo' troops)… it's gettin' harder and harder for a motherf**er to make a dollar in these here streets I mean sh** (send mo' troops), I hear you screamin' peace But we can't find peace 'Til my little n***as on these streets get a piece (send mo' troops) I know you fear me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a n***a out? (send mo' troops) Sayin' you cuttin' welfare That got us n***as on the street, thinkin' who in the hell care? (send mo' troops) sh**, y'all want us to put down our Glocks and our rocks But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**in' dollars (send mo' troops) What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? (send mo' troops) We ain't stupid, think you got us lookin' to lose Tryin' to turn all us young n***as into troops (send mo' troops) You want us to fight your war, what the f** I'm fightin' for? (send mo' troops) sh**, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year, taxin' all the blacks (send mo' troops) Police beatin' me in the streets… f** peace! These n***as actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops..troops..troops..troops!