Uhh.. dear Mr. President
Whas happenin?
I'm writin you because, [bad word] is still real [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
[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 [bad word] of [bad word] Plus the concepts I depict, so visual, that you can kiss
each and every trick or [bad word]  inside the [bad word] I kick
My heaviest verse'll move a mountain
Casualties in mass amounts, brothers keep countin [bad word] 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, [bad word] what you smokin on?
Figure if we high they can train us
but then America [bad word] up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar
Muh [bad word] hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better
But you keep, tellin us, that it is
while your [bad word] troops keep killin our kids, dig
Don't be surprised if you see us
Dumpin with nuttin but artillery to free us, [bad word] 
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 [bad word] out the gutter, twenty-two with gray hair
I was raised to raise [bad word]  frail and my heart stale
So I'ma bring [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] is still [bad word] up y'all
And y'all wonder when it's gon' get