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 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
(verse 1)
(Young Buck)
I feel attention when i walk in the club
G-UNIT to the socks, bitches all on a thug
Gimmie a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub
I don't need security, this old nickel enough
I came to ball wit y'all, pop the bar and ball
So bitches call your hoes, n niggaz call your dogs
If you love your wife keep her at home tonight
She might neva come home again nigga, aight!
Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my life like
Ridin in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights
Homies is that real, I pray I keep livin
My momma jus had a dream of seein me in prison
My daddys a dope fein, n i don't really miss him
Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin
Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm
50 holla get em' Buck, you know im gunna get em'
Raaaaa!
(chorus times 2)
I know you gonna let me shine and get mine
I know you gonn alet me in wit dis nine
I know you gonna smoke on my weed
I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D.
(verse 2)
(Young Buck)
I know im sinnin but im winnin at the same time
Take a couple of shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine
I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech 9
Niggaz shootin cops n tha hood runnin stop signs
G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin what tha thugs do\
G's, D's, Vice Lords, Crips n tha Bloodz too
Move lemme come through
Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me
I'm ridin ol' schoollisten to some oldies
My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin
The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds
Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami
Hopin Yaho watchin Eminem, perform at the Grammy's
Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me
I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties
Bitch!
(Hook)
Y'all niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
(chours time 2)
(verse 3)
Bet ya I can make them bounce back
Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to count stacks(yeah)
Now where ya hood at? Buck
If you want to, we 50 deep in here watchu gonna do
Who want beef, i aint come fo no name callin
Dont be mad cuz 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 note
It's alright if you still on tha block boy
See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy
You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps behind bars
As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars
Young Buck!
(chours time 2)
(50 cent)
We get the club jupin' 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!