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young buck feat 50 cent – let me in lyrics

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yeah it’s 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 b-tch 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 b-tches all on a thug
gimme a henny on the rocks and a bottle of bub
i don’t need security this old nickel enough

i came to ball wit ya’ll pop the bar and all
so b-tches call ya hoes n n-gg-s call ya dogs
if you love ya wife keep her at home tonight
she might never come home again n-gg- aight

teeth, neck, wrists all lights my life’s like
ridin’ in cashville we’re runnin’ all stop lights
homie is that real? i pray i keep livin’
my momma just had a dream of seein’ me in prison

my daddy’s a dope fan n i dont really miss him
ain’t seen him in 10 years n a n-gg- still livin’
tha same old 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get ’em buck you know i’m gonna get ’em

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 on 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 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 n-gg- tryin’ to take mine
i’m back on tha block wit a choppa n a tech nine
n-gg-s shootin’ cops n the hood runnin’ stop signs

g-unit the game b-tches doin’ wat the thugs do
g’s, d’s, vice, lords, crips n the blooz too
move lemme come through ain’t a pair of handcuffs can hold me
i’m ridin’ in the old school listenin’ to some oldies

my goals keep shinin’ them hoes keep cryin’
the handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
just left cashville ’bout to fly to miami
hopin’ yayo watchin’ eminem perform at the grammy’s

thr reason n-gg-s like eric benet
prolly can’t stand me
‘coz i know money’ll make halle berry
come out a them panties b-tch

ya’ll n-gg-s in trouble
they shoulda never let me in, in

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 on 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 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 counts stacks now where ya hood at?
buck if you want to we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do?
who want beef? i ain’t come for no name callin’
don’t be mad ‘coz we is n 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 n my peeps
that’s behind bars
as soon as they come home
i’ll go n buy them all cars, young buck

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 on 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 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 b-tch again
we party, harder than you can imagine
you can run wit losers or run wit winners that win

- young buck feat 50 cent lyrics

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