Let Me In

Yeah, It's 50 Cent, Young Buck

G-g-g-g-g-g-UNIT!

We keep 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 with losers, or run with winners and win

Ha! I feel attention when I walk in the club

G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug (Come on)

Gimme a Henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub

I don't need security, this Four-Nickel enough

I came to ball with y'all, buy up the bar and all

So bitches call ya hoes, and **** call ya dogs (I'm here)

If you love ya wife, keep her at home tonight

She might never come home again ****, aight!

Teeth, neck, wrists, all lights, my life like

Ridin' in Cashville and running all stop lights (For real)

Homie it's that real, I pray I keep livin'

My momma just had a dream of seeing me in prison (Damn)

My daddy's a dope fiend and I don't really miss him (Fuck 'em)

Ain't seen him in ten years and a **** still livin'

The same ol' two step we move to a rhythm

50 holla "Get em' Buck!", You know I'm gon' get 'em

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine

I know you gon' let me in with this Nine

I know you gon' let me smoke up my weed

I know you gon' let me drink with no ID

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine

I know you gon' let me in with this Nine

I know you gon' let me smoke up my weed

I know you gon' let me drink with no ID

I know I'm sinnin' but I'm winnin' at the same time

Took a couple shots from some **** tryin' to take mine

I'm back on the block, with a choppa and a tech nine

**** shootin' cops in the hood runnin' stop signs

G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin' what the thugs do

GD's, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloodz too

Move, lemme come through

It ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me

I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin' to some oldies

My goals be shinin', them hoes be cryin'

They handle of my .45, outlined in diamonds

Just left Cashville, 'bout to fly to Miami

Hoping Yayo watchin' Eminem perform at the Grammys

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

'Cause I know money'll make Halle Berry come out her panties, bitch

Y'all **** in trouble, they shoulda never let me in, in

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine

I know you gon' let me in with this Nine

I know you gon' let me smoke up my weed

I know you gon' let me drink with no ID

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine

I know you gon' let me in with this Nine

I know you gon' let me smoke up my weed

I know you gon' let me drink with no ID

Bet ya I can make 'em bounce back

Teach 'em how to stunt, teach 'em how to count stacks (Yeah)

Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we fifty deep up in here, what you gon' do? (Come on)

Who want beef? I ain't come for no name-callin'

Don't be mad 'cause we is and you ain't ballin' (Get money)

Get money is my motto for you broke folks

Can't spend ya whole life payin' on the car note

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 that's behind bars

As soon as they come home, I'm goin' buy 'em all cars, Young Buck

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine

I know you gon' let me in with this Nine

I know you gon' let me smoke up my weed

I know you gon' let me drink with no ID

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine

I know you gon' let me in with this Nine

I know you gon' let me smoke up my weed

I know you gon' let me drink with no ID (Bitch!)

We keep 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 with losers, or run with winners and win, ha!