Young Buck Lyrics

Album: Straight Outta Ca$hville

Let Me In Lyrics

(feat. 50 Cent)

 [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 Gorilla 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 smoke on my weed

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

 

 [verse 2]

 [Young Buck]

 I know im sinnin but im 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's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too

 Move lemme come through 

 Aint 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

 Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant 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!