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Young Buck (Feat. 50 Cent) - Let Me In |
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Yeah, |
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It's 50 cent, Young Buck |
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G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! |
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We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end |
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Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again |
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We party, harder than you can imagine |
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You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win |
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I feel attention when I walk in the club |
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G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug |
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Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub |
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I dont need security, this Gorilla enough |
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I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all |
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So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs |
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If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight |
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She might neva come home again nigga, aight! |
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Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like |
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Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights |
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Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin |
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My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison |
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My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him |
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Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin |
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Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm |
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50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em' |
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Raaaaa! |
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I know you gonna let me shine n get mine |
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I know you gonna let me in wit this nine |
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I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed |
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I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D |
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I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time |
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Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine |
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I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine |
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Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs |
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G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do |
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G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too |
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Move lemme come through |
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Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me |
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I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies |
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My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin |
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The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds |
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Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami |
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Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys |
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The reason niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me |
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I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties |
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Bitch! |
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Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in) |
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Bet ya I can make them bounce back |
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Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) |
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Now where ya hood at? Buck |
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If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do |
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Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin |
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Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' |
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Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks |
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Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes |
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It's alright if you still on the block boy |
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See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy |
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You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars |
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As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars |
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Young Buck! |
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We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end |
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Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again |
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We party, harder than you can imagine |
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You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win |
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AHH! |