Let Me In lyrics

Artist  : Young Buck 
Song : Let Me In



 Send "Let Me In" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Yeah, it's 50 cent, young buck

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



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 don't need security, this ol' nickel enough



I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all

So bitches call ya hoes and 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 life's like

Ridin' in Ca$hville, they runnin' all stop
lights

Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin'

My Momma jus' hadda dream of seein' me in
prison



My Daddy's a dope fein' an' I don't really miss
him

Ain't seen him in 10 years an' a nigga still
livin'

Tha same ol' 2 step, we move to a rhythm

50 holla get em' buck, you know I'm gunna get
em'



I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine

I know you gonna let me in wit this nine

I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed

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



I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine

I know you gonna let me in wit this nine

I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed

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



I know I'm sinnin' but I'm 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 an' a tech
nine

Niggaz shootin' cops and the hood, runnin' stop
signs



G-Unit, the game, bitches doin' wat tha thugs
do

G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips an' the Blooz 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 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, perform at the
Grammys

The reason niggaz like Eric Benet probably can't
stand me

'Casue I know money will make Halle Berry come
outa them panties

Bitch



Ya'll niggaz in trouble, they shoulda neva let me
in



I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine

I know you gonna let me in wit this nine

I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed

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



I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine

I know you gonna let me in wit this nine

I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed

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



Bet ya I can make them bounce back

Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to count
stacks

Now where ya hood at? Buck

If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu
gonna do



Who want beif, I ain't come for no name
callin'

Don't be mad 'cuz we is and you ain't 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 I'm a cold, young thug, not a hot boy

You know I do this for the streets and my peeps
thas behind bars

As soon as they come home, I'll go and buy them
all cars, young buck



I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine

I know you gonna let me in wit this nine

I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed

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



I know you gonna let me shine an' get mine

I know you gonna let me in wit this nine

I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed

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



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