Dear Mr. President

[Master P] Dear Mr. President i live in the hood Where people live bad But say its all good And my homies slanging and robbing Caught a misdameanor felonies We can't survive it And three strikes niggas out it But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it One nation in god we trust But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us (ugghhhhh) Now you see how we feel Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang Thats how they get killed You run from the press We run from killers and jackers And wear bullet proof vest Some say the president like weed and hoes Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got Terrorist wantin to blow you away I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my place You got secret service Roamin the streets I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin with me (chorus) Dear mr. president (mr.president) My letter to the president, the president (repeat 2x) [Mac] Dear mr president Mama just lost her job Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed Landlord giving us three days to disappear Santa Claus missed our house this year You got the white house Protected by the goverment killers We got the crack house Protected by them neighborhood dealers Opportunity ain't never knocked And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke And hit the weed when they stress me Niggas die in the ghetto Put they face on a shirt White folks get killed and its a city wide search Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke Nigga cross my heart and hope to die I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's eyes (Chorus) repeat four times