[50 cent]Yeah, it's 50 cent, Young BuckG-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the endGo shawty, we back up in this b***h againWe party, harder than you can imagineYou can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win[Verse:][Young Buck]I feel attention when I walk in the clubG-unit to the socks, b*****s all on a thugGimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bubI don't need security, this old nickel enoughI came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and allSo b*****s call ya hoes, n ni***z call ya dogsIf you love ya wife keep her at home tonightShe might neva come home again n***a, aight!Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes likeRidin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lightsHomie is that real, I pray I keep livinMy momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prisonMy daddys a dope fein, n I don't really miss himAint seen him in 10 years n a n***a still livinTha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm50 holla get em' Buck, you know I'm gunna get em'Raaaaa![Chorus x2]I know you gonna let me shine n get mineI know you gonna let me in wit this nineI know you gonna let me smoke on my weedI know you gonna let me drink wit no I. D[Verse 2:][Young Buck]I know I'm sinnin but I'm winnin at tha same timeTake a couple shots from a n***a tryin ta take mineI'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nineNi***z shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signsG-Unit, The Game! B*****s doin what tha thugs doG. D. 's, Vice Lords, Crips n the Bloodz tooMove lemme come throughAin't a pair of handcuffs, can hold meI'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldiesMy goals keep shinin, them hoes keep cryinThe handle of my 45 outlined in diamondsJust left Ca$hville, 'bout to fly to MiamiHopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the GrammysThe reason ni***z like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand meI know money will make Halle Berry come outa them pantiesB***h![Hook:]Ya'll ni***z in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)[Chorus x2][Verse 3:]Bet ya I can make them bounce backTeach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)Now where ya hood at? BuckIf you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna doWho want beif, I aint come for no name callinDon't be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin'Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folksCan't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notesIt's alright if you still on the block boySee ima cold young thug, not a hot boyYou know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind barsAs soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all carsYoung Buck![chorus x2][50 cent]We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the endGo shawty, we back up in this b***h againWe party, harder than you can imagineYou can run wit losers, or run wit winners that winAhh!
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