[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 cant 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