- Votes:
- Composers:
- Gavin Brown
- Simon Wilcox
- Popoff Jeremy
- Theo Tams
 
- See also:
50 Cent - Let Me In lyrics
Yeah, it's 50 cent, young buck 
G-g-G-Unit 
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end 
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again 
We party, harder than you can imagine 
You can run wit losers or run wit winners and 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 ol' nickel enough 
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all 
So bitches call ya hoes and niggaz call ya dogs 
If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight 
She might neva come home again, nigga aight 
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights, my life's like 
Ridin' in Ca$hville, they runnin' all stop lights 
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin' 
My Momma jus' hadda dream of seein' me in prison 
My Daddy's a dope fein' an' I don't really miss him 
Ain't seen him in 10 years an' a nigga still livin' 
Tha same ol' 2 step, we move to a rhythm 
50 holla get em' buck, you know I'm gunna get em' 
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine 
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine 
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed 
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D. 
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine 
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine 
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed 
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D. 
I know I'm sinnin' but I'm winnin' at tha same time 
Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin' ta take mine 
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa an' a tech nine 
Niggaz shootin' cops and the hood, runnin' stop signs 
G-Unit, the game, bitches doin' wat tha thugs do 
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips an' the Blooz too 
Move lemme come through 
It ain't a pair of handcuffs can hold me 
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin' to some oldies 
My goals keep shinin', them hoes keep cryin' 50 Cent - Let Me In - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/let-me-in-lyrics.html
The handle of my 45, outlined in diamonds 
Just left Ca$hville, 'bout to fly to Miami 
Hopin' yayo watchin' Eminem, perform at the Grammys 
The reason niggaz like Eric Benet probably can't stand me 
'Casue I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties 
Bitch 
Ya'll niggaz in trouble, they shoulda neva let me in
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine 
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine 
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed 
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D. 
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine 
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine 
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed 
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D. 
Bet ya I can make them bounce back 
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to count stacks 
Now where ya hood at? Buck 
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do 
Who want beif, I ain't come for no name callin' 
Don't be mad 'cuz we is and you ain't ballin' 
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks 
Can't spend ya whole life payin' on ya car notes 
It's alright if you still on the block boy 
See I'm a cold, young thug, not a hot boy 
You know I do this for the streets and my peeps thas behind bars 
As soon as they come home, I'll go and buy them all cars, young buck 
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine 
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine 
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed 
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D. 
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine 
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine 
I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed 
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D. 
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end 
Go shawty, 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, ahh








