Let Me In Lyrics By Young Buck

50 cent
yeah it’s 50 cent young buck
ggggggunit

50 cent
we get the club jumping from beginning 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

young buck
i feel attention when i walk in the club
gunit 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 niggas 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
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 0 years and a nigga 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 id
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 id

young buck
i know i’m sinning but i’m winning at the same time
took a couple shots from a nigga tryin’ to take mine
i’m back on the block wit a chopper and a tech nine
niggas shooting cops in the hood running stop signs
gunit the gang bitches 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 niggas like eric benet probably can’t stand me
cause i know money will make halle berry come out them panties bitch
y’all niggas in trouble they should of never let me inin

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

50 cent
we get the club jumping from beginning 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

Artist: Young Buck

Year: 2004

Decade: 00s

Language: en

Word Count: 451