Let Me In - Young Buck

We get the club jumpin from beginnin to the end

Go shorty, 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

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 for

I came to ball wit y’all, buy up 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 never come home again nigga, aight

Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like

Ridin in Cashville 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 feind, and I don’t really miss him

Ain’t seen him in 10 years and a nigga still livin

The same old two step we move to a rhythm

50 holla get 'em Buck, you know I’m gonna get 'em, raaaaa!

I know you gon’let me shine and get mine

I know you gon’let me in wit this nine

I know you gon’let me smoke on my weed

I know you gon’let me drink wit no I. D I know you gon’let me shine and get mine

I know you gon’let me in wit this nine

I know you gon’let me smoke on my weed

I know you gon’let me drink wit no I. D I know I’m sinnin but I’m winnin at the same time

Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin to take mine

I’m back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nine

Niggaz shootin cops in the hood runnin stop signs

G-UNIT, The Game!

Bitches doin what the thugs do

G’s, D’s, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too

Move let me 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, preform at the Grammys

Niggaz like, prolly can’t stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties, bitch!

Y’all niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in-in

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 fifty deep up in here whatchu gon’do

Who want beef, I ain’t come for no name callin

Don’t be mad cause 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’ma 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!