Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm you because Shit is still real up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, around the time When you got elected ain't changed all the Promises you made before you got elected ain't came true
me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood Send mo' troops, dear Mr. me what to do, these niggaz actin' up in the hood Send mo'
Why should I lie, when I can fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized Simply by spittin' I've blessed given riches Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm seldom in the of bitches
Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can Each and every trick or bitch, inside the I kick My heaviest verse'll a mountain Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep
Fuck the friendships, I ride Destination Death Row, found a home Plus all my wanna die, call it euthanasia Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us,
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a home doped up, nigga what you smokin' on? Figure if we they can train us But then America fucked up and up
I guess it's cause we black we targets My only fear is God, I spit hard shit In case you don't know, I let my go
Get for M'Thulu like I ride for Geronimo to die, for everything I represent Meant every word, in my letter to the
Dear Mr. President, tell me to do These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me to do These niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops
Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you 'Cause yo I spend my nights out, the lights out Under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the And young soul bros, ready to a starship
Launch it, a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless I get chips, but you can't understand that Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get the only thing makin' pay besides smoke and work
On a mission listen more chips my and position on my decision I realized the same nigga Trippin' to drastic measures to get stacks of cheddar Muh'fuckers hate cops, it ain't gettin' better
But you keep, us, that it is your motherfuckin' troops keep killin' our kids, dig Don't be if you see us Dumpin' with but artillery to free us, motherfucker
Dear Mr. President, us what to do niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Dear Mr. President, me what to do These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'
Strapped and angry, no hope and heartbroke Fightin' first my trained until it's not so It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to the glocks glow Cadres of patrol us like we some animals
And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my To people beefin' and things, squeakin' on they beefs for Mr. President, it's evident, really care For a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray
I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart So I'ma bring to earth until my heart fail But play fair, give me and mine, I'll share 'Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out
Me and these 223s'll the biggest with ease I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his And I've been born to represent, for that been heaven sent And I meant, word, in my letter, to the President
Shit is fucked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's get better And it gon' get better
Dear Mr. President, tell me to do These niggaz actin' up in the hood, mo' troops Dear Mr. President, tell me to do These niggaz up
Father may I holla at you briefly? I wanna meet the President, but will he me? He's scared to look inside the eyes of a Thug We tired of bein' for this capitalistic drug dealin'
How hypocritical is That blind bitch ain't did shit for me My history, of casket and scars My own black nation at war, whole behind bars
And they why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard Sister had a as an adolescent, where was God? in the middle of my mind Is a nigga on the tightrope, let him die
Can't lie I'm a thug, in my own blood Lookin' for the reason that my momma's out on drugs Down to die, for I represent every word, in my letter to the President
Blacks is broke, think it's a joke we livin' low? sniffin' blow and postin' what they hittin' fo'? Tell the secretary necessary we get paid Look you made, little kids gettin' sprayed
Day after day, and night after battles and wars to the daylight We might change and if you do somethin' 'Til then we keep it comin', Mr. President And I meant every word in my to the President
Word motherfuckin' fuck this nigga think? taxes, takin' off welfare We to just sit here, go broke and die, starvin'? This crazier than motherfuckin' [Incomprehensible] Nigga this Life, Westside Outlaw Immortalz nigga We to hustle 'til we come up
Dear Mr. President, me what to do These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' Dear Mr. President, tell me to do These actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, me what to do These actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo'
Dear Mr. Clinton, It's harder and harder for a motherfucker To a dollar in these here streets I mean shit, I hear you screamin'
But we can't find 'Til my little on these streets get a piece I you feel me 'cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a out?
Sayin' you cuttin' welfare that got us niggaz on the who in the hell care? Shit, y'all want us to put down our and our rocks But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin'
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule We ain't think you got us lookin' to lose Tryin' to turn all us niggaz into troops You want us to fight your war what the I'm fightin' for?
Shit, I ain't got no here I ain't had a check all year Taxin', all the blacks and beatin' me in the streets peace These niggaz up in the hood, send mo' troops