The Game - Dear. Mr President lyrics

[The Game Talking:] Aye yo Clue you got a pen? Naw let me, let me use it holmes I might make a mistake Just gonna write me a letter to the President Remember how Ice Cube did? With the d**h Certificate [Verse 1:] Dear Mr. President I wrote you a letter Everybody askin' about Hot 97 If I squash the beef Thats my business man My n***a got shot And he didn't take the wittness stand I got kicked out of G-Unit No hard feelin's And the Aftermath Is me and Dre still chillin' Had a press conference No more k**in' Guilty conscience Donated a half a million And Al Sharpton said hip-hop was over The bigger the stunt The more albums get sold But 3 hollow tip's left my n***a in the cold In front of the radio station Bleedin' in the cold Meanwhile the gun man Runnin' for the backdoor I ain't see his face Ask Sha-Money he know I ain't got beef with Banks, Buck, and Tony Yayo But they still airing you out on mixtapes So? [Hook:] I got love for them But I got hate for them Should I let it slide? Or sit outside and wait for them? If I use the Glock 9 OR .38 for them You gonna need a black suit and a wake for them I got love for them But I got hate for them I don't know if I should lay 'em down Or pray for 'em Tell them n***a's if they ain't got cake for 'em Then stop callin' Aftermath and Dre for 'em [Verse 2:] n***a's sayin' Game you don't need no clique You got the hood ridin' with you Man f** 50 cent Soon as I turn my back they talkin' sh** about me Who wanna see 2 more rappers deceased? Okay 50 got a gun Game got a gun He shoot me I shoot him And the media have fun My music's still alive Yeah I'm fresh like "uh" New York and California carry our caskets through the slums And any real n***a know if you gotta son Shots pop off and you ain't got one you run Homey thats real sh** Somethin' to deal with I spent a 140 thousand and bulletproofed my wip Cause n***a's hate to see you do some positive sh** First me and 50 T.I. and Lil' Flip *Clue edited this part* ...Documentary dropped And I can't take a piss without the hiphop cops [Hook:] I got love for them But I got hate for them Should I let it slide? Or sit outside and wait for them? If I use the Glock 9 OR .38 for them You gonna need a black suit and a wake for them I got love for them But I got hate for them I don't know if I should lay 'em down Or pray for 'em Tell them n***a's if they ain't got cake for 'em Then stop callin' Aftermath and Dre for 'em [Verse 3:] This is just a letter to keep the piece Just to inform you on what happened in D.C Me and Zooloo was cool We was just chillin How I get sued for 285 million? I was upstairs doing a show for him He went to the bathroom and somebody broke his ribs I swear before God I don't know who did it So they can take they lawsuit and wipe they a** with it Thats just the facts I ain't touched that cat I'm a good n***a You can ask dre and busta that n***as will do anything just for the cake Like Bobby Brown got me watchin' every step I take Give a hug to tight that b**h gonna yell rape Thats why I ain't had no p**y since my change of heart date Dear Mr. President when do this sh** stop? P.S. I ain't ready to die for hip hop [Hook:] I got love for them But I got hate for them Should I let it slide? Or sit outside and wait for them? If I use the Glock 9 OR .38 for them You gonna need a black suit and a wake for them I got love for them But I got hate for them I don't know if I should lay 'em down Or pray for 'em Tell them n***a's if they ain't got cake for 'em Then stop callin' Aftermath and Dre for 'em [Game Talking:] I just had to get some stuff off my chest... I'm 4 times platinum Hurricane DJ Clue! The Professional! It's my turn again Yeah, BiPolar n***a