Lyrics:

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 M'thulu 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 Ac