Blood Hound - 50 Cent

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50 Cent - Blood Hound

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, that's my name
Man I ain't fuckin' playin'
I move on you wit' that Mac man (Mac man)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back man (back man)
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 man (clique man)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit man (shit man)
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)

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

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

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 man
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'

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

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

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 man (Tec man)
If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck man (deck man)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet man (wet man)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we'll come trippin' through your set man (set man)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt man (debt man)
Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand
You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' man (connect' man)

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

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