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