The Game — Dear. Mr President

[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 Death 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 nigga 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 killin' 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 nigga 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 nigga's if they ain't got cake for 'em Then stop callin' Aftermath and Dre for 'em [Verse 2:] Nigga's sayin' Game you don't need no clique You got the hood ridin' with you Man fuck 50 cent Soon as I turn my back they talkin' shit 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 nigga know if you gotta son Shots pop off and you ain't got one you run Homey thats real shit Somethin' to deal with I spent a 140 thousand and bulletproofed my wip Cause nigga's hate to see you do some positive shit 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 nigga'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 ass with it Thats just the facts I ain't touched that cat I'm a good nigga You can ask dre and busta that Niggas will do anything just for the cake Like Bobby Brown got me watchin' every step I take Give a hug to tight that bitch gonna yell rape Thats why I ain't had no pussy since my change of heart date Dear Mr. President when do this shit 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 nigga'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 nigga