[50 cent]



                      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 that win

                    [Verse 1]



                      [Young Buck]



                      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 dont need security, ??



                      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 dont 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 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 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 tha same time



                      Take 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 



                      Aint 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 them, when they preform at the Grammys



                      Niggaz like ??, prolly cant stand me



                      I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties



                      Bitch!

                    [Hook]



                      Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in)

                    [Chorus x2]

                    [verse 3]



                      Bet ya I can make them bounce back



                      Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah)



                      Now where ya hood at? Buck



                      If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do



                      Who want beif, I aint come for 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 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!

                    [chorus x2]

                    [50 cent]



                      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 that win



                      AHH!