50 Cent - Let Me In lyrics

[Intro - 50 Cent] Yeah, It's 50 Cent, Young Buck G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit! [Bridge - 50 Cent] We get the club jumping from beginning to the end Go shorty, we back up in this b**h again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win [Verse 1 - Young Buck] I feel attention when I walk in the club G-Unit to the socks, b**hes 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 b**hes call ya hoes, and n***as call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might never come home again n***a, aight Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my life's like Riding in Cashville and running all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep living My momma just had a dream of seeing me in prison My daddy's a dope fiend, and I don't really miss him Ain't seen him in 10 years and a n***a still living The same old two step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know I'm gonna get 'em, raaaaa! [Hook - Young Buck] 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 [Verse 2 - Young Buck] I know I'm sinning but I'm winning at the same time Took a couple shots from a n***a tryin' to take mine I'm back on the block, wit a chopper and a Tech nine n***as shooting cops in the hood running stop signs G-UNIT, The Gang! b**hes doing what the thugs do GDs, Vice Lords, Crips and the Bloods too Move let me come through Ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm riding in the old school listening to some oldies My gold keep shinin', them hoes keep crying The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin' Yayo watchin' Eminem, perform at the Grammys The reason n***as like Eric Benet, probably can't stand me Cause I know money will make Halle Berry come out them panties, b**h! Y'all n***as in trouble they should of never let me in-in [Hook] [Verse 3 - Young Buck] 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 what you gon' do Who want beef, I ain't come for no name calling Don't be mad cause we is and you ain't balling Getting money is my motto for you broke folks You spend ya whole life paying on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See I'mma cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, and my peeps thats behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go and buy them all cars, Young Buck! [Hook] [Bridge]