Uhh.. dear Mr. President

Whas happenin?

I`m writin you because, shit is still real fucked 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



[2Pac]

Tell me what to do, these niggaz 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 niggaz actin 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 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 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 actin up in the hood, send mo` troops

(What should I do?)

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggaz ac