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Young Buck
Let Me In (91 BPM)
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Yeah, it's 50 Cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-unit
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 with losers, or run with 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 Four-Nickel enough
I came to ball wit' y'all, pop the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes and niggaz call ya dogs (I'm here)
If you love your wife keep her at home tonight
She might never come home again nigga, aight
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights, my life's like
Ridin' in Ca$hville and runnin' all stop lightsJ
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin'
My momma just had a dream of seeing me in prison
My daddy's a dope fiend and I don't really miss him
Ain't seen him in ten years and a nigga still livin'
The same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50, holla get 'em Buck, you know I'ma gonna get 'em
I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine
I know you gonna let me in with this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed
I know you gonna let me drink with no ID
I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in with this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed
I know you gonna let me drink with no ID
I know I'm sinnin' but I'm winnin' at tha same time
Took a couple shots from some niggas tryin' to take mine
I'm back on the block, with a choppa and a tech nine
Niggaz shootin' cops an' the hood runnin' stop signs
G-UNIT, the game, bitches doin' what the thugs do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips and the Bloodz too
Move, lemme come through
It ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin' to some oldies
My goals be shinin', them hoes be cryin'
The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, 'bout to fly to Miami
Helpin' Yayo watchin' Eminem perform at the Grammys
Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me
'Cause I know money will make Halle Berry come outta them panties
Bitch
Y'all niggaz in trouble, they shoulda never let me in (in)
I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in with this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed
I know you gonna let me drink with no ID
I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in with this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed
I know you gonna let me drink with no ID
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, what you gonna do
Who want beef, I ain't come for no name callin'
Don't be mad 'cause we is and you ain't ballin' (get money)
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend your whole life payin' on ya car note
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 that's 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 and get mine
I know you gonna let me in with this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed
I know you gonna let me drink with no ID
I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonna let me in with this nine
I know you gonna let me smoke up my weed
I know you gonna let me drink with no ID
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 with losers, or run with winners and win
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