- Votes:
- Composers:
- Cain
- Khari / Brown
- David Darnell / Jackson
- Curtis James
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- east coast rap
- g unit
- rap
- young buck
 
- See also:
Young Buck - 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$hville, they runnin' all stop lights
 Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin'
 My Momma jus' hadda dream of seein' me in prison
 My Daddy's a dope fein' an' I don't really miss him
 Ain't seen him in 10 years an' a nigga still livin'
 Tha same ol' 2 step, we move to a rhythm
 50 holla get em' buck, you know I'm gunna get em'
 I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
 I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
 I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
 I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D.
 I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
 I know you gonna let me in wit this nine
 I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed
 I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D.
 I know I'm sinnin' but I'm winnin' at tha same time
 Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin' ta take mine
 I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa an' a tech nine
 Niggaz shootin' cops and the hood, runnin' stop signs
 G-Unit, the game, bitches doin' wat tha thugs do
 G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips an' the Blooz too
 Move lemme come through
 It ain't a pair of handcuffs can hold me
 I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin' to some oldies
 My goals keep shinin', them hoes keep cryin'Young Buck - Let Me In - http://motolyrics.com/young-buck/let-me-in-lyrics.html
 The handle of my 45, outlined in diamonds
 Just left Ca$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














