2Pac – Letter To The President (OG 2) feat. Outlaw Immortalz
2Pac – Letter To The President (OG 1) feat. Outlaw Immortalz
Date: February 22, 1996
Producer: QDIII
Studio: Can-Am Studios, Tarzana, California
Samples: Phill Collins – In The Air Tonight
Lyrics:
[Makaveli]
My letter to the President
Tell me what to do
These niggas
Actin’ up
In the hood
Send more troops
Dear Mr. President
Tell me what to do
These niggas
Actin’ up
In the hood
Send more troops
[Makaveli]
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 Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo
Down to die, for everything I represent
Meant every word, in my letter to the President
[Chorus: x2 Makaveli]
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 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
And a Mr. cobra contest
[Kastro]
With all these problems
My world
Spendin’ this drama
On Earl
My President
Never seen Senate
With pleasure like
Whatever momma
Tell me
She hit it
No
Not the lottery shit
Meanin’ she do
What I ain’t do
Break her off
Before I did slip
[E.D.I. Amin]
Deep into the mind
Of a loner
My foes say
Fuck him
He’s a goner
But it ain’t no shorts
Up on these corners
On a mission
Listen
Let’s ease my guard
With precision
Personally my decision
When I realize
This ain’t livin’
[Kastro]
How you really
Ain’t no
How this ghetto life go
For me
And all my homies
When our enemies bone
You got the C.I.A.
And we got our A.K.
For protection
In our section
When the felony days
To the President
( Ha ha )
[Chorus: x2 E.D.I. Amin+Kastro]
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo’ troops
[Mussolini]
( Check it )
Mr. President
I represent the ghetto
Tell your wife
Hello
I got to go
I be brief
With this pedigree
Niggas is locked
And said blocks
On penitentiary life
More niggas in jail
Than baptized
For centuries
Minority families
How you stay lackin’
Homeless shelters
Over-crowded
And you still taxin’
Homies dyin’ out
Who got the clout
Not me
You get more time
For five grams
Than a half a key
Black poppin’ rocks
And whites on the potty rhyme
And why don’t test mine
Rather die
Than let you
See me cry
Across the border
Ask the Lord
To put somebody
In your seat
That cares
How can we stay
In this world
We supposed to share
Democrastic
Republicans
Scum me to the concrete
No education
Inflations
Covered by white sheets
Try to ball
Legally
Conspiracy surrounds me
So I’m a outlaw
From now
Until eternity
Forever Mussolini
[Chorus: Makaveli]
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 niggas, actin’ up
[Makaveli]
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
[Mussolini]
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
[Makaveli: outro]
Hehe
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 scout
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. President
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….
