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YOUNG BUCK : Let Me In lyrics

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YOUNG BUCK lyrics : "Let Me In"

(feat. 50 Cent)

[50 cent]

Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end

Go shawty, we back up in this (*##$ 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, (*##$es all on a thug
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub

I dont need security, this old nickel enough
I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So (*##$es call ya hoes, n ^!$$%z call ya dogs

If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again ^!$$%, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like

Ridin' in Ca$hville 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 fein, n i dont really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a ^!$$% 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 x2]
I know you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you gonna let me in wit this nine

I know you gonna smoke on 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

Take a couple shots from a ^!$$% tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine
^!$$%z shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs

G-UNIT, The Game! (*##$es doin wat tha thugs do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz 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 keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin

The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys

^!$$%z like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
(*##$!


[Hook]
Ya'll ^!$$%z in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)


[Chorus x2]


[verse 3]
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)

Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin

Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint 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 ima 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 x2]

[50 cent]
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this (*##$ again

We party, harder than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win
AHH!

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