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  • Текст песни 2Pac feat. Outlawz - Letter To The President

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    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 Mutulu 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 actin up in the hood, send mo' troops

    [E.D.I. Amin]
    Oh youse a ball 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, ready to rode a starship
    Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
    I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
    Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
    It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
    On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
    First on my decision I realized the same nigga
    Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
    Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
    But you keep, tellin us, that it is
    while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig
    Don't be surprised if you see us
    Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker

    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

    [Kastro]
    Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
    Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so
    It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
    Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
    And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
    to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
    Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
    for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
    I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
    So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
    But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
    Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
    Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease
    I'm still a nigga 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 letter, to the President

    Shit is still fucked up y'all
    And y'all wonder when it's gon' get

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