Blood hound
par 50 Cent
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[50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get ´em bucked
[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that´s my name
Man I ain´t fuckin´ playin´
I move on you wit´ that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo´ I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin´ dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That´s when I start bringin´ them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin´ up out the whip
Dumpin´ clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain´t see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin´ ´caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I´m sittin´ on some change, G-Unit gots the game
Come through here stuntin´ you get popped at (popped at)
[Chorus] {x2}
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don´t hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don´t hear me though
[Young Buck]
I came in this game knowin´ niggas gon´ hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I´m a rida´ (rida´)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin´ ya mayn
I swear ain´t nobody gon´ find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I´m tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can´t run cause I´m behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit´ a couple nine-milli´s
You better stay in line bro´ (in line bro´)
Cause if I walk it I´ll talk it, you know we´ll walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro´ (gunfire bro´)
Right now we smackin´ ´em wit´ platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that´s what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause I´m in it, UTP until I´m finished
Juvenile, they can´t stop us (can´t stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I´ll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin´ choppa´
[Chorus x2]
[50 Cent]
My twenty-inches spinnin´, you always see me grinin´
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit´ them bricks, and I ain´t pay ´em shit
I´m outta town, they can´t find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I´ma back ´em down
I run up bustin´ that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain´t got a gun, and you can´t fuckin´ run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers´ll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we´ll come trippin´ through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain´t payin´ no fuckin´ debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you´se a middle man, but you don´t understand
You´se a fuckin´ fake ass connect´ mayn (connect´ mayn)
[Chorus x2]
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get ´em bucked
[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that´s my name
Man I ain´t fuckin´ playin´
I move on you wit´ that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo´ I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin´ dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That´s when I start bringin´ them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin´ up out the whip
Dumpin´ clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain´t see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin´ ´caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I´m sittin´ on some change, G-Unit gots the game
Come through here stuntin´ you get popped at (popped at)
[Chorus] {x2}
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don´t hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don´t hear me though
[Young Buck]
I came in this game knowin´ niggas gon´ hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I´m a rida´ (rida´)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin´ ya mayn
I swear ain´t nobody gon´ find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I´m tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can´t run cause I´m behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit´ a couple nine-milli´s
You better stay in line bro´ (in line bro´)
Cause if I walk it I´ll talk it, you know we´ll walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro´ (gunfire bro´)
Right now we smackin´ ´em wit´ platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that´s what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause I´m in it, UTP until I´m finished
Juvenile, they can´t stop us (can´t stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I´ll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin´ choppa´
[Chorus x2]
[50 Cent]
My twenty-inches spinnin´, you always see me grinin´
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit´ them bricks, and I ain´t pay ´em shit
I´m outta town, they can´t find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I´ma back ´em down
I run up bustin´ that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain´t got a gun, and you can´t fuckin´ run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers´ll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we´ll come trippin´ through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain´t payin´ no fuckin´ debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you´se a middle man, but you don´t understand
You´se a fuckin´ fake ass connect´ mayn (connect´ mayn)
[Chorus x2]