Let Me In Lyrics - Singles - Lloyd Banks

Let me in 

[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 that 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, ?? 

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 let me smoke on my weed 

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

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[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 them, when they preform at the Grammys 

Niggaz like ??, prolly cant stand me 

I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties 

Bitch! 

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[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 'cause 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!