Uhh.. dear Mr. President
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Whas happenin?
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I'm writin you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
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Pretty much the same way, right around the time when you got elected
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Ain't nothin changed
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All the promises you made, before you got elected..
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.. they ain't came true
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[2Pac]
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Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
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Send mo' troops, dear Mr. President
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(Me and my homies is wonderin what's goin on.. holla!)
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Tell me what to do, these niggaz actin up in the hood
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Send mo' troops..
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Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
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Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
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Simply by spittin I've been blessed given riches, enemies suspicious
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cause I'm seldom in the company of bitches
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Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
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each and every trick or bitch, inside the shit I kick
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My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
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Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin
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Fuck the friendships, I ride alone
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Destination Death Row, finally found a home
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Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
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Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
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yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
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Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin on?
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Figure if we high they can train us
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but then America fucked up and blamed up
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I guess it's cause we black that we targets
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My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
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In case you don't know, I let my pump go
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Get ?ride for? Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo
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Down to die, for everything I represent
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Meant every word, in my letter to the President
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Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
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These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
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(What should I do?)
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Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
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These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
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[E.D.I. Amin]
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Oh youse a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
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cause yo I spend my nights out, with the lights out
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under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless
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and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship
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Launch it, leave a nigga flat for scratch, the Godless
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I gotta get chips, but you can't understand that
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Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt
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It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work
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On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
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First on my decision I realized the same nigga
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Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
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Muh'fuckers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
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But you keep, tellin us, that it is
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while your motherfuckin troops keep killin our kids, dig
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Don't be surprised if you see us
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Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, motherfucker
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Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
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These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
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Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
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These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
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[Kastro]
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Strapped and angry, with no hope and heartbroke
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Fightin first my trained brain until it's not so
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It's hostile, niggaz lick shots to watch the glocks glow
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Cadres of coppers patrol us like we some animals
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And it ain't no peace, my peace a piece on my streets
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to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks
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Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care
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for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
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I was raised to raise hell, frail and my heart stale
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So I'ma bring hell to earth until my heart fail
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But y'all play fair, give me and mine, I'll share
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Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
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Me and these 223'sll freeze the biggest with ease
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I'm still a nigga you fear, bring the beast to his knees
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and I've been born to represent, for that I've been heaven sent
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And I meant, every word, in my letter, to the President
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Shit is still fucked up y'all
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And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better
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and it ain't gon' get better
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[2Pac]
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Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
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These niggaz actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
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Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
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These niggaz actin up..
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Heavenly Father may I holla at you briefly
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I wanna meet the President, but will he meet me?
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He's scared to look inside the ey |