| 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 can’t 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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| Dear mr. |
| president (mr.president)
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| My letter to the president, the president
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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 |