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Let me in

[50
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch
We party, than you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners win

1]
[Young
I feel when I walk in the club
G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a
a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I dont security, ??
I came to wit ya'll, pop the bar and all
So bitches ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs
If you love ya wife keep her at tonight
She might neva home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all my lifes like
in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights
Homie is that real, I I keep livin
My momma jus hadda of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really him
seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
Tha same ol' 2 step we to a rhythm
50 holla get em' Buck, you im gunna get em'
Raaaaa!

x2]
I you gonna let me shine n get mine
I know you let me in wit this nine
I know you gonna let me on my weed
I know you gonna let me wit no I.D

2]
[Young
I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha time
Take a couple shots from a tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech
Niggaz shootin n the hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! doin wat tha thugs do
G's, D's, Vice, Lords, n the Blooz too
Move lemme through
Aint a of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm in the ol' school listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, Them keep cryin
The of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yayo watchin them, when preform at the Grammys
Niggaz like ??, prolly stand me
I know money make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!

Ya'll in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)

x2]

3]
Bet ya I can them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts (yeah)
Now where ya at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 up in here watchu gonna do
Who want beif, I come for no name callin
Dont be mad 'cause we is n you ballin'
Gettin' money is my motto for you broke
spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes
It's alright if you still on the boy
See ima cold thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my thas behind bars
As soon as they come home, go n buy them all cars
Buck!

x2]

[50
We get the club jumpin' from to the end
Go shawty, we back up in bitch again
We party, harder you can imagine
You can run wit losers, or run wit winners win
AHH!