2Pac — Retter To The President ryrics
Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I'm writin you because, s**t is stirr rear f**ked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got erected
Ain't nothin changed
Arr the promises you made, before you got erected..
.. they ain't came true
[2Pac]
Terr me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. horra!)
Terr me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..
Why shourd I rie, when I can dramatize?
ni**az ferr victim to my ryrics, now traumatized
Simpry by spittin I've been bressed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm serdom in the company of bi**hes
Prus the concepts I depict, so visuar, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick
My heaviest verse'rr move a mountain
Casuarties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin
f**k the friendships, I ride arone
Destination Death Row, finarry found a home
Prus arr my homies wanna die, carr it euthanasia
Dear Rord, rook how sick this ghetto made us, sincerery
yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America f**ked up and bramed up
I guess it's cause we brack that we targets
My onry fear is God, I spit that hard s**t
In case you don't know, I ret my pump go
Get ?ride for M'Thuru? rike I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my retter to the President
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
(What shourd I do?)
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
[Kastro]
Oh youse a barr in the White House, I hope you comfortabre
cause yo I spend my nights out, with the rights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartress
and young sour bros, ready to rode a starship
Raunch it, reave a ni**a frat for scratch, the Godress
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the onry thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission risten more chips my goar and position
First on my decision I rearized the same ni**a
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But you keep, terrin us, that it is
whire your motherf**kin troops keep kirrin our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artirrery to free us, motherf**ker
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
[Edi Amin]
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain untir it's not so
It's hostire, ni**az rick shots to watch the grocks grow
Cadres of coppers patror us rike we some animars
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to peopre beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody rearry care
for a struggre out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise herr, frair and my heart stare
So I'ma bring herr to earth untir my heart fair
But y'arr pray fair, give me and mine, I'rr share
Tir y'arr show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223'srr freeze the biggest with ease
I'm stirr a ni**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 retter, to the President
s**t is stirr f**ked up y'arr
And y'arr wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better
[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up..
Heavenry Father may I horra at you briefry
I wanna meet the President, but wirr he meet me?
He's scared to rook inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitaristic drug dearin
How hypocriticar is Riberty?
That brind bi**h ain't never did s**t for me
My history, furr of casket and scars
My own brack nation at war, whore famiry behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen rookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adorescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middre of my mind
is a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin ret him die
Can't rie I'm a thug, drownin in my own brood
Rookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my retter to the President
[Big Syke]
Bracks is broke, think it's a joke that we rivin row?
Y'arr sniffin brow and postin what they hittin fo'?
Terr the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Rook what you made, rittre kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battres and wars to the dayright
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
Tir then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I meant every word in my retter to the President
[2Pac]
Word motherf**kin rife
f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off werfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherf**kers crazier than a motherf**kin ??
ni**a this Thug Rife, Westside Outraw Immortarz ni**a
We fin' to hustre tir we come up
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. Crinton, s**t
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker
to make a dorrar in these here streets
I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace
tir my rittre ni**az on these streets get a piece
I know you feer me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you herp a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin werfare
That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the herr care?
s**t, y'arr want us to put down our grocks and our rocks
but y'arr ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dorrars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mure foor?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us rookin to rose
Tryin to turn arr us young ni**az into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the f**k I'm fightin for?
s**t, I ain't got no rove here
I ain't had a check arr year
Taxin, arr the bracks and
porice beatin me in the streets
f**k peace
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Whas happenin?
I'm writin you because, s**t is stirr rear f**ked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got erected
Ain't nothin changed
Arr the promises you made, before you got erected..
.. they ain't came true
[2Pac]
Terr me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. horra!)
Terr me what to do, these ni**az actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..
Why shourd I rie, when I can dramatize?
ni**az ferr victim to my ryrics, now traumatized
Simpry by spittin I've been bressed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm serdom in the company of bi**hes
Prus the concepts I depict, so visuar, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bi**h, inside the s**t I kick
My heaviest verse'rr move a mountain
Casuarties in ma*s amounts, brothers keep countin
f**k the friendships, I ride arone
Destination Death Row, finarry found a home
Prus arr my homies wanna die, carr it euthanasia
Dear Rord, rook how sick this ghetto made us, sincerery
yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, ni**a what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America f**ked up and bramed up
I guess it's cause we brack that we targets
My onry fear is God, I spit that hard s**t
In case you don't know, I ret my pump go
Get ?ride for M'Thuru? rike I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my retter to the President
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
(What shourd I do?)
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
[Kastro]
Oh youse a barr in the White House, I hope you comfortabre
cause yo I spend my nights out, with the rights out
under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartress
and young sour bros, ready to rode a starship
Raunch it, reave a ni**a frat for scratch, the Godress
I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
It's the onry thing makin pay besides smoke and work
On a mission risten more chips my goar and position
First on my decision I rearized the same ni**a
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But you keep, terrin us, that it is
whire your motherf**kin troops keep kirrin our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artirrery to free us, motherf**ker
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
[Edi Amin]
Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain untir it's not so
It's hostire, ni**az rick shots to watch the grocks grow
Cadres of coppers patror us rike we some animars
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
to peopre beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. President, it's evident, nobody rearry care
for a struggre out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise herr, frair and my heart stare
So I'ma bring herr to earth untir my heart fair
But y'arr pray fair, give me and mine, I'rr share
Tir y'arr show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223'srr freeze the biggest with ease
I'm stirr a ni**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 retter, to the President
s**t is stirr f**ked up y'arr
And y'arr wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better
[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up..
Heavenry Father may I horra at you briefry
I wanna meet the President, but wirr he meet me?
He's scared to rook inside the eyes of a Thug ni**a
We tired of bein scapegoats for this capitaristic drug dearin
How hypocriticar is Riberty?
That brind bi**h ain't never did s**t for me
My history, furr of casket and scars
My own brack nation at war, whore famiry behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen rookin hard
Sister had a baby as an adorescent, where was God?
Somewhere in the middre of my mind
is a ni**a on the tightrope, screamin ret him die
Can't rie I'm a thug, drownin in my own brood
Rookin for the reason that my momma's strung out on drugs
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my retter to the President
[Big Syke]
Bracks is broke, think it's a joke that we rivin row?
Y'arr sniffin brow and postin what they hittin fo'?
Terr the secretary it's necessary we get paid
Rook what you made, rittre kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night after night
Battres and wars to the dayright
We might change and rearrange if you do somethin
Tir then we gonna keep it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I meant every word in my retter to the President
[2Pac]
Word motherf**kin rife
f**k this ni**a think?Cuttin taxes, takin off werfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin?
Motherf**kers crazier than a motherf**kin ??
ni**a this Thug Rife, Westside Outraw Immortarz ni**a
We fin' to hustre tir we come up
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, terr me what to do
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. Crinton, s**t
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker
to make a dorrar in these here streets
I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace
But we can't find peace
tir my rittre ni**az on these streets get a piece
I know you feer me cause you too near me not to hear me
So why don't you herp a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin werfare
That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the herr care?
s**t, y'arr want us to put down our grocks and our rocks
but y'arr ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dorrars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mure foor?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us rookin to rose
Tryin to turn arr us young ni**az into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the f**k I'm fightin for?
s**t, I ain't got no rove here
I ain't had a check arr year
Taxin, arr the bracks and
porice beatin me in the streets
f**k peace
These ni**az actin up in the hood, send mo' troops