[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