[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 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 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 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 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 n***a 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 n***a'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 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 ass 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 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 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