Let me in Remix Songtext / Lyric

[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's 50 Cent, Young Buck
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
We get the club jumpin'
From beginning to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party harder then you can imagine
You can run with losers,
Or run with winners and win, hah!

[Young Buck]
I feel attention when I walk in the club (what!)
G-Unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug (c'mon!)
Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I don't need security, this whole nigga enough
I came to ball wit ya'll,
Buy up the bar and all
So bitches call ya hoes,
And niggaz call ya dogs (i'm here)
If you love your wife, keep her at home tonight
She might never come home again, nigga, aight
Teeth, neck, wrists - all lights
My life like ridin' in Cashville
And runnin all stop lights (fo' real!)
Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma just had a dream
Of seeing me in prison (damn!)
My daddy's a dope fiend,
And I don't really miss him (fuck him)
Ain't seen him in 10 years
And a nigga still livin (c'mon)
The same ol' two-step,
We move to a rhythm
50 holla, get em' Buck,
You know i'm gonna get em', right!


CHORUS: (2x)
I know you gon' let me shine
And get mine
I know you gon' let me in with this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke up my weed
I know you gon' let me drink with no ID


I know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at the same time
Took a couple shots from some niggas
Tryin to take mine
I'm back on the block
With a chopper and a TEC-9
Niggaz shootin cops in the hood,
Runnin stop signs
G-Unit, The Game!
Bitches doin' what the thugs do
GD's, Vice, Lords, Crips and the Bloods, too
Move, let me come through
It ain't a pair of handcuffs can hold me (uh-uh)
I'm ridin' in the old school, listenin to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my .45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Cashville, 'bout to fly to Miami (shhhh)
Hopin' Yayo watchin Eminem perform at the Grammys
The reason niggaz like Eric Benet
Prolly can't stand me
Cause I know money will make Halle Berry
Come outa them panties, bitch!

Ya'll niggaz in trouble
They should've never let me in


-CHORUS- (2x)


Betcha I can make him bounce back (bounce)
Teach him how to stunt, teach him how to count stacks
Now where your hood at?
Buck if you want to (come on!)
We 50 deep up in here, what you gon' do?
Who want beef? I ain't come for no name callin (nah)
Don't be mad cause we is and you ain't ballin'
Get money is my motto for you broke folks
Can't spend your whole life
Payin on the car notes (haha!)
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 that's behind bars
Soon as they come home, i'll go and buy 'em all cars
Young Buck!


-CHORUS- (2x)


[50 Cent]
We get the club jumpin'
From beginning to the end
Go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
We party harder then you can imagine
You can run with losers,
Or run with winners and win