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[50 Cent]
yea.....its 50 cent...young buck
g-g-g-g-g-g-UNIT
We get the club jumpin from beginnin to da end
go shorty we back up in dis bitch again we party
harder than u can imagine u can run wit losers
or run wit winnirs dat win
[Young Buck]
i feel attention when i walk in a club
g-unit to da socks bitches all on a thug
gimme a henny on the rocks n a bottle of bub
i dont need security dis 4 nickle enuf
i came to ball wit chall bop the bar and all
so bitches call ya hoes and niggas call ya dawgs(I'm here)
if u luv yo wife keep her and home tonite
she might neva come home again nigga ight
teeth neck rists all lights my lifes like
ridin in cashville n runnin on stoplights
homie its dat real i pray i keep livin
my momma just had a dream of seein my in prison
my daddy's a dope feen n i dont really miss him
aint see em in 10 yrs and da nigga still livin
the same ol 2 step we move to a rythem
50 holla get em buck!
u know i'm gon get em
[Chorus] (x2)
i know u gon let me shine n get mine
i know u gon let me in wit dis 9
i know u gon let me smoke up my weed
i know u gon let me drink wit no ID
[verse 2]
i know i'm sinnin but i'm winnin at the same time
took a couple shots to some niggas tryin to take mine
i'm bak on da block wit a choppa and a tech 9
niggas shootin cops in da hood runnin stop signs
G-Unit The Game!
bitches doin wut the thugs do
g d's vice lords crips and the bloods too
move let me come thru aint a pair of handcuffs can hold me
i'm ridin in a old skool listenin to oldies
my golds be shinin dem hoes be cryin
the handle of my 4-5 outlined in diamonds
just left cashville bout to fly to miami
hopin yayo watchin eminem perform at the grammy's
the reason niggas ? prolly cant stand me
i know money will make hally barry come out dem panties
(ya'll niggas in trouble.....they shuda neva let me in)
chorus x2
[verse 3]
bitch i cud make em bounce back
teach em how to stunt teach em how to count stacks
now where ya hood at buck if u want to
we fifty deep up in here wut u gon do
who want beef
i aint come for no name callin
dont be mad cuz we is and u aint ballin
get money is my motto fo u broke folks
cant spend yo whole life payin on a car note
its all rite if u still on da block boy
c i'ma cold yung thug not a hot boy
u know i do dis for my streets and my peeps
dat behind bars soon as dey get out
i'm gon buy em all cars young buck!
[50]
We get the club jumpin from beginnin to da end
go shorty we back up in dis bitch again we party
harder than u can imagine u can run wit losers
or run wit winnirs dat win
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