2Pac & Outlawz – Letter to the President ft Big Syke

Two incredibly talented rap sensation, Tupac Shakur and Outlawz comes out with a new masterpiece titled “Letter to the President”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 01 on his top charting album project called “Still I Rise” was officially released on 21 December 1999.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[E.D.I. (2Pac):]

Uh, dear Mr. President. What’s 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

(Tell me what to do, these niggas 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 niggas actin’ up in the hood)

(Send mo’ troops…)

 

[2Pac:]

Why should I lie when I can dramatize?

Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized

Simply by spittin’ I’ve been blessed given riches

Enemies suspicious cuz 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 us

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 it ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo

Down to die for everything I represent

Meant every word in my letter to the President

 

[2Pac:]

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

 

[E.D.I. Amin:]

Oh you’s 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, ready to rode a starship

[?], 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 nigga pay the paper besides smoke and work

On a mission, listen [?] with precision

First made my decision, I realized this ain’t livin’

Trippin’ to drastic measures, tryin’ to get stacks of cheddar

Motherfuckers 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 nothing but artillery to free us, motherfucker

 

[E.D.I. Amin:]

Dear Mr. President, tell us what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

 

[Kastro:]

Strapped and angry, with no hope, and heart-broke

Fightin’ first my trained brain until it’s not so

It’s hostile, niggas 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 struggler out the gutter, 22 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’s will 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

 

[E.D.I. Mean:]

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 me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up…

 

[2Pac:]

Heavenly Father, may I holla at you briefly?

I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?

Is he scared to look inside the eyes of a thug nigga?

We tired of being 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, 13 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

 

[Big Syke:]

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

 

[2Pac:]

Word motherfuckin’ life, what the 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 finna hustle ’til we come up

 

[2Pac:]

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops

 

[2Pac:]

Dear Mr. Clinton, shit (send mo’ troops)… it’s gettin’ harder and harder for a motherfucker to make a dollar in these here streets

I mean shit (send mo’ troops), I hear you screamin’ peace

But we can’t find peace

‘Til my little niggas on these streets get a piece (send mo’ troops)

I know you fear me cause you too near me not to hear me

So why don’t you help a nigga out? (send mo’ troops)

Sayin’ you cuttin’ welfare

That got us niggas on the street, thinkin’ who in the hell care? (send mo’ troops)

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 (send mo’ troops)

What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? (send mo’ troops)

We ain’t stupid, think you got us lookin’ to lose

Tryin’ to turn all us young niggas into troops (send mo’ troops)

You want us to fight your war, what the fuck I’m fightin’ for? (send mo’ troops)

Shit, I ain’t got no love here

I ain’t had a check all year, taxin’ all the blacks (send mo’ troops)

Police beatin’ me in the streets… fuck peace!

These niggas actin’ up in the hood, send mo’ troops..troops..troops..troops!