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Young Buck( David Darnell Brown )
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Let Me In Ft. 50 Cent
Lyricist:David Darnell Brown, Khari Cain, Curtis James Jackson
Yeah, it's 50 Cent, Young Buck, G-G-G-Unit 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 4 Nickel enough
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 life's like Ridin' in Cashville and 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 find 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
I know you gonna let me shine and 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 and 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 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Hopin' Yayo watchin' Eminem, preform at the Grammys The reason niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me 'Cause I know money will make Halle Berry Come out them panties, bitch
Y'all niggaz in trouble They shoulda neva let me in, in
I know you gonna let me shine and 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 and 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 fifty deep up in here whatchu 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' 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
I know you gonna let me shine and 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 and 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 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
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