Yeah, Its 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
I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I don't need security, this Gorilla enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So bitches call ya hoes, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Ca$hville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope fein, n i don't really miss him ain't seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get em' Buck, you know I'm gunna get em' Raaaaa!
[Chorus: x2] I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in wit this nine I know you gonna let me smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D
I know I'm sinnin but I'm winnin at tha same time Took a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too Move lemme come through It ain't a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Ca$hville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, perform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly can't stand me, 'cause I know money will make Halle Berry come out them panties Bitch!
Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)
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 up in here watchu gonna do Who want beef, I ain't come for no name callin don't be mad 'cause we is n you ain't ballin' Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck!
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 Ah!