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Young Buck - Let Me In lyrics
[Intro-50 cent] Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We keepthe 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 [Verse 1-Young Buck] 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 dont need security, Dis Four-Nickel enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs (I'm here) If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville and runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope feind, n i dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em' Raaaaa! [Chorus] I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D [Verse 2-Young Buck] I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time Took a couple shots from sum niggas tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Bloodz too Move lemme come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals be shinin, Them hoes be cryin They handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami Helpin Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties Bitch! [Bridge] Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in) [Chorus] I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D [Verse 3-Young Buck] Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to count stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do Who want beef, I aint come for no name callin Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' (get money) Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car note It's alright if you still on the block boy See imma cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck! [Chorus] I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D [Outro-50 cent] We keep 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 |
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