Young Buck: "Let Me In"
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[50 Cent] yea.....its 50 cent...young buck g-g-g-g-g-g-UNIT We get the club jumpin from beginnin to da end go shorty we back up in dis bitch again we party harder than u can imagine u can run wit losers or run wit winnirs dat win [Young Buck] i feel attention when i walk in a club g-unit to da socks bitches all on a thug gimme a henny on the rocks n a bottle of bub i dont need security dis 4 nickle enuf i came to ball wit chall bop the bar and all so bitches call ya hoes and niggas call ya dawgs(I'm here) if u luv yo wife keep her and home tonite she might neva come home again nigga ight teeth neck rists all lights my lifes like ridin in cashville n runnin on stoplights homie its dat real i pray i keep livin my momma just had a dream of seein my in prison my daddy's a dope feen n i dont really miss him aint see em in 10 yrs and da nigga still livin the same ol 2 step we move to a rythem 50 holla get em buck! u know i'm gon get em [Chorus] (x2) i know u gon let me shine n get mine i know u gon let me in wit dis 9 i know u gon let me smoke up my weed i know u gon let me drink wit no ID [verse 2] i know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at the same time took a couple shots to some niggas tryin to take mine i'm bak on da block wit a choppa and a tech 9 niggas shootin cops in da hood runnin stop signs G-Unit The Game! bitches doin wut the thugs do g d's vice lords crips and the bloods too move let me come thru aint a pair of handcuffs can hold me i'm ridin in a old skool listenin to oldies my golds be shinin dem hoes be cryin the handle of my 4-5 outlined in diamonds just left cashville bout to fly to miami hopin yayo watchin eminem perform at the grammy's the reason niggas ? prolly cant stand me i know money will make hally barry come out dem panties (ya'll niggas in trouble.....they shuda neva let me in) chorus x2 [verse 3] bitch i cud make em bounce back teach em how to stunt teach em how to count stacks now where ya hood at buck if u want to we fifty deep up in here wut u gon do who want beef i aint come for no name callin dont be mad cuz we is and u aint ballin get money is my motto fo u broke folks cant spend yo whole life payin on a car note its all rite if u still on da block boy c i'ma cold yung thug not a hot boy u know i do dis for my streets and my peeps dat behind bars soon as dey get out i'm gon buy em all cars young buck! [50] We get the club jumpin from beginnin to da end go shorty we back up in dis bitch again we party harder than u can imagine u can run wit losers or run wit winnirs dat win |