Young Buck, 50 Cent - Let Me In lyrics

Yeah, It's 50 Cent, Young Buck
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

We get the club jumping from
Beginning to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers
Or run wit winners that win

I feel attention when I walk in the club
G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimme a Henny on the rocks
And a bottle of bub i don't need security
This for 4 Nickel enough
I came to ball wit y'all
Buy up the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes
And niggas call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might never come home again nigga


Aight?!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my life's like
Riding in Cashville and running
All stop lights
Homie is that real, I pray I keep living
My momma just had a dream
Of seeing me in prison (damn)
My daddy's a dope fiend
And I don't really miss him (fuck him)
Ain't seen him in 10 years
And a nigga still living
The same old two step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get 'em Buck, you
Know I'm gonna get 'em, raaaaa!

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon' let me drink wit no ID
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon' let me drink wit no ID

I know I'm sinning but I'm
Winning at the same time
Took a couple shots from a
Nigga tryin' to take mine
I'm back on the block
Wit a chopper and a Tech nine
Niggas shooting cops in the
Hood running stop signs
G-UNIT, The Gang! Bitches doing
What the thugs do
GDs, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too
Move let me come through
Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm riding in the old school
Listening to some oldies
My gold keep shinin', them hoes keep crying
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin' Yayo watchin' Eminem perform
At the Grammys
The reason niggas like Eric Benet
Probably can't stand me
Cause I know money will make Halle
Berry come out them panties, bitch!
Y'all niggas in trouble they should
Of never let me in-in

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon' let me drink wit no ID
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon' let me drink wit no ID

Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach 'em how to stunt
Teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)
Now where ya hood at, Buck If you want to
We fifty deep up in here what you gon' do
Who want beef
I ain't come for no name calling
Don't be mad cause we is
And you ain't balling
Getting money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend ya whole life paying
On ya car note
It's alright if you still on the block boy
See I'mma cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets
And my peeps thats behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll
Go and buy them all cars, young Buck!

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon' let me drink wit no ID
I know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I know you gon' let me drink wit no ID

We get the club jumping from
Beginning to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers
Or run wit winners that win