Artist:Jamisonparker
Song:Best Mistake
(Feat. 50 Cent)[Intro: 50 Cent]
yeah, its 50 Cent
Young Buck
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[50 Cent]
we leave tha club jumpin from beginning to tha end
go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
we party, harder than you can pop that gin
you can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
ah!
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
i feel attention when i walk in tha club
G-Unit to tha socks, bitches all on a thug
come you here me on tha watch, and tha balla bub
i dont need security, this is for nigga ?
i came to ball wit yall, pop tha paranoll
bitches call ya hoes, and niggas call ya dawgs
if you love ya wife, keep her at home at night
she might never come home again, nigga aight
teeth, neck, wrist, all ice, my life like
ridin' in cashvillle, and runnin on stop lights
homey its that real, i'm proud to keep livin'
my mama just had a dream of seein' me in prison
my daddy's a dope fiend, and i don't really miss'em
aint seen him in 10 years, and tha nigga still livin'
tha same ol' 2 step, we move to a rhythm
50 hollin, "Get'em Bucked", you know im gon' get'em
[Chorus: Young Buck] [2x]
I Know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I Know you gon' let me drank wit no ID
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
i know im sittin, and i'm winnin at tha same time
it took a couple shots for some nigga tryna' take mine
i'm back up on tha block wit a chopper and a tech-9
niggas shootin cops in tha hood, runnin stop signs
G-Unit! in tha game, bitches doin' what tha thugs do
GD, fights crips and tha bloods, too, move let me come threw
its ain't a playa handcuffs can hold me,
i'm ridin in tha old-school, listen to some oldies
my golds be shinin', them hoes be cryin
tha handle of my 4-5, outlined in diamond
just left cashville, bout' to fly to miami
hopin' yayo watchin' Eminem perform at tha grammy's
the reason niggas like Eric Banaye, is probably can't stand me
cause i know money'll make Halle Berry come out dem' panties
[Bridge: Young Buck]
yall niggas in trouble
they shoulda neva' let me in, in
[Chorus: Young Buck] [2x]
I Know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I Know you gon' let me drank wit no ID
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
betcha' i can make dem' bounce back,
teach'em house to stunt, teach'em how to count stacks
now where ya hood at, buck if you want to
50 deep up in here, what you gon' do?
who want be?, i ain't lookin for name callin'
don't be mad cause we is, and you ain't ballin'
get money is my model for you broke folks,
can't spend ya whole life payin' on a car note,
it's alright if ya still on tha block boy,
see i'ma cold young thug, not a hot boy,
you know i do this for tha streets, and my peeps that behind bars,
soon as they come home, i'm gon' buy them all cars, Young Buck
[Chorus: Young Buck2x]
I Know you gon' let me shine and get mine
I know you gon' let me in wit this nine
I know you gon' let me smoke on my weed
I Know you gon' let me drank wit no ID
[Outro: 50 Cent]
we leave tha club jumpin from beginning to tha end
go shorty, we back up in this bitch again
we party, harder than you can pop that gin
you can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win
ah!
Thanks to DJ (bet106andpark@sbcglobal.net) for these lyrics