Let Me In

[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 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, this old nickel enough

I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all

So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs

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 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 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 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 let me smoke on my weed

I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D

[verse 2]

[Young Buck]

I know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at tha same time

Take a couple shots from a nigga 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.D.'s, Vice Lords, Crips n the Bloodz too

Move lemme come through

Ain't 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

The reason niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me

I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties

Bitch!

[Hook]

Ya'll niggaz 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 bitch again

We party, harder than you can imagine

You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win

AHH!

• Artist:Young Buck
• Album:Straight Outta Cashville (2004)