Dear. Mr President The Game (Ft. DJ Clue)

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[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?