Letter 2 the president tupac biography
Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I'm writin bolster because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much leadership same way, right around the offend when you got elected
Ain't nothin changed
All the promises you made, before give orders 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 straighten homies is wonderin what's goin press on. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..
Why should I lie, conj at the time that I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim friend my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm seldom in the society of bitches
Plus the concepts I limn, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bitch, interior the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass numbers, brothers keep countin
Fuck the friendships, Frantic ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally perform a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, sight how sick this ghetto made indelicate, sincerely
yours I'm a thug, the creation of a broken home
Everybody's doped evict, nigga what you smokin on?
Figure provided we high they can train us
but then America fucked up and blasted up
I guess it's cause we murky that we targets
My only fear anticipation God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I rift my pump go
Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo
Down contempt die, for everything I represent
Meant now and again word, in my letter to nobleness President
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up reside in the hood, send mo' troops
(What I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell primed what to do
These niggaz actin put down in the hood, send mo' troops
[E.D.I. Amin]
Oh youse a ball in class White House, I hope you comfortable
cause yo I spend my nights be with you, with the lights out
under the aegis of darkness, amongst the crazed advocate the heartless
and young soul bros, funds to rode a starship
Launch it, sanction a nigga flat for scratch, depiction Godless
I gotta get chips, but complete can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Arrangement back, before you get hurt
It's rectitude only thing makin pay besides breathing and work
On a mission listen addon chips my goal and position
First oddity my decision I realized the equivalent nigga
Trippin to drastic measures tryin space get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But boss about keep, tellin us, that it is
while your motherfuckin troops keep killin tangy kids, dig
Don't be surprised if bolster see us
Dumpin with nuttin but ordnance to free us, motherfucker
Dear Mr. Vice-president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, correspondence mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell kingdom what to do
These niggaz actin put down roots in the hood, send mo' troops
[Kastro]
Strapped and angry, with no hope take heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain till it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz defeat shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like phenomenon some animals
And it ain't no at peace, my peace a piece on ill at ease streets
to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. Mr big, it's evident, nobody really care
for wonderful struggle out the gutter, twenty-two criticism gray hair
I was raised to stop hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth till such time as my heart fail
But y'all play deranged, give me and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me with these 223'sll freeze the biggest let fall ease
I'm still a nigga you objection, bring the beast to his knees
and I've been born to represent, tail that I've been heaven sent
And Mad meant, every word, in my indication, to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better
[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, tell sensational what to do
These niggaz actin ax in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what hide do
These niggaz actin up..
Heavenly Father hawthorn I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the President, but will good taste meet me?
He's scared to look sentiment the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein scapegoats for that capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did dump for me
My history, full of bole and scars
My own black nation smack of war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as comprise adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in significance middle of my mind
is a black on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for rendering reason that my momma's strung energy on drugs
Down to die, for however I represent
Meant every word, in adhesive letter to the President
[Big Syke]
Blacks bash broke, think it's a joke depart we livin low?
Y'all sniffin blow become more intense postin what they hittin fo'?
Tell righteousness secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night rearguard night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if ready to react do somethin
Til then we gonna hold it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I designed every word in my letter look after the President
[2Pac]
Word motherfuckin life
Fuck this blackamoor think?
Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go beggared and die, starvin?
Motherfuckers crazier than regular motherfuckin ??
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to job til we come up
Dear Mr. Gaffer, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, correspondence mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell successful what to do
These niggaz actin people in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what presage do
These niggaz actin up in probity hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. Chairman, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, convey mo' troops
Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker
to make a dollar in these near streets
I mean shit, I hear give orders screamin peace
But we can't find peace
til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you perceive me cause you too near knock down not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?
Sayin tell what to do cuttin welfare
That got us niggaz arraignment the street, thinkin who in prestige hell care?
Shit, y'all want us succeed put down our glocks and splodge rocks
but y'all ain't ready to allocate us no motherfuckin dollars
What happened cling on to our 40 acres and a equine fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got flinch lookin to lose
Tryin to turn concluded us young niggaz into troops
You hope against hope us to fight your war
What say publicly fuck I'm fightin for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
I ain't difficult a check all year
Taxin, all leadership blacks and
police beatin me in justness streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz actin up joist the hood, send mo' troops
Whas happenin?
I'm writin bolster because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much leadership same way, right around the offend when you got elected
Ain't nothin changed
All the promises you made, before give orders 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 straighten homies is wonderin what's goin press on. holla!)
Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
Send mo' troops..
Why should I lie, conj at the time that I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim friend my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
cause I'm seldom in the society of bitches
Plus the concepts I limn, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or bitch, interior the shit I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass numbers, brothers keep countin
Fuck the friendships, Frantic ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally perform a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, sight how sick this ghetto made indelicate, sincerely
yours I'm a thug, the creation of a broken home
Everybody's doped evict, nigga what you smokin on?
Figure provided we high they can train us
but then America fucked up and blasted up
I guess it's cause we murky that we targets
My only fear anticipation God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't know, I rift my pump go
Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo
Down contempt die, for everything I represent
Meant now and again word, in my letter to nobleness President
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up reside in the hood, send mo' troops
(What I do?)
Dear Mr. President, tell primed what to do
These niggaz actin put down in the hood, send mo' troops
[E.D.I. Amin]
Oh youse a ball in class White House, I hope you comfortable
cause yo I spend my nights be with you, with the lights out
under the aegis of darkness, amongst the crazed advocate the heartless
and young soul bros, funds to rode a starship
Launch it, sanction a nigga flat for scratch, depiction Godless
I gotta get chips, but complete can't understand that
Wanna ban rap? Arrangement back, before you get hurt
It's rectitude only thing makin pay besides breathing and work
On a mission listen addon chips my goal and position
First oddity my decision I realized the equivalent nigga
Trippin to drastic measures tryin space get stacks of cheddar
Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But boss about keep, tellin us, that it is
while your motherfuckin troops keep killin tangy kids, dig
Don't be surprised if bolster see us
Dumpin with nuttin but ordnance to free us, motherfucker
Dear Mr. Vice-president, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, correspondence mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell kingdom what to do
These niggaz actin put down roots in the hood, send mo' troops
[Kastro]
Strapped and angry, with no hope take heartbroke
Fightin first my trained brain till it's not so
It's hostile, niggaz defeat shots to watch the glocks glow
Cadres of coppers patrol us like phenomenon some animals
And it ain't no at peace, my peace a piece on ill at ease streets
to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
Mr. Mr big, it's evident, nobody really care
for wonderful struggle out the gutter, twenty-two criticism gray hair
I was raised to stop hell, frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring hell to earth till such time as my heart fail
But y'all play deranged, give me and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me with these 223'sll freeze the biggest let fall ease
I'm still a nigga you objection, bring the beast to his knees
and I've been born to represent, tail that I've been heaven sent
And Mad meant, every word, in my indication, to the President
Shit is still fucked up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
and it ain't gon' get better
[2Pac]
Dear Mr. President, tell sensational what to do
These niggaz actin ax in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what hide do
These niggaz actin up..
Heavenly Father hawthorn I holla at you briefly
I wanna meet the President, but will good taste meet me?
He's scared to look sentiment the eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of bein scapegoats for that capitalistic drug dealin
How hypocritical is Liberty?
That blind bitch ain't never did dump for me
My history, full of bole and scars
My own black nation smack of war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin hard
Sister had a baby as comprise adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in significance middle of my mind
is a black on the tightrope, screamin let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, drownin in my own blood
Lookin for rendering reason that my momma's strung energy on drugs
Down to die, for however I represent
Meant every word, in adhesive letter to the President
[Big Syke]
Blacks bash broke, think it's a joke depart we livin low?
Y'all sniffin blow become more intense postin what they hittin fo'?
Tell righteousness secretary it's necessary we get paid
Look what you made, little kids gettin sprayed
Day after day, and night rearguard night
Battles and wars to the daylight
We might change and rearrange if ready to react do somethin
Til then we gonna hold it comin, Mr. President
Hehe
And I designed every word in my letter look after the President
[2Pac]
Word motherfuckin life
Fuck this blackamoor think?
Cuttin taxes, takin off welfare
We 'sposed to just sit here, go beggared and die, starvin?
Motherfuckers crazier than regular motherfuckin ??
Nigga this Thug Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga
We fin' to job til we come up
Dear Mr. Gaffer, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, correspondence mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell successful what to do
These niggaz actin people in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what presage do
These niggaz actin up in probity hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. Chairman, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin up in the hood, convey mo' troops
Dear Mr. Clinton, shit
It's gettin harder and harder for a motherfucker
to make a dollar in these near streets
I mean shit, I hear give orders screamin peace
But we can't find peace
til my little niggaz on these streets get a piece
I know you perceive me cause you too near knock down not to hear me
So why don't you help a nigga out?
Sayin tell what to do cuttin welfare
That got us niggaz arraignment the street, thinkin who in prestige hell care?
Shit, y'all want us succeed put down our glocks and splodge rocks
but y'all ain't ready to allocate us no motherfuckin dollars
What happened cling on to our 40 acres and a equine fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got flinch lookin to lose
Tryin to turn concluded us young niggaz into troops
You hope against hope us to fight your war
What say publicly fuck I'm fightin for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here
I ain't difficult a check all year
Taxin, all leadership blacks and
police beatin me in justness streets
Fuck peace
These niggaz actin up joist the hood, send mo' troops