50 Cent, Young Buck - Blood Hound lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
Young Buck [David Darnell Brown] ashville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[50 Cent, Young Buck - Blood Hound lyrics]
G-Unit, UTP ha ha ha ha ha ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
Get 'em Buck, man (Rrrrr, hoo)
50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't fucking playing
I move on you with that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and chain 'fore
I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man
I been doing dirt for so long
Them niggas get laid out
Niggas run through my crib to
Holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip
Hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane
When witnesses around they know
How we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit
Mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy
Sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittin' on some change
G-Unit that's the gang
Come through here stunting you'll
Get 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 knowing
Niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they
Know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you
Mane i swear ain't nobody gon' find ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted
To tear your block up
You niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city
With a couple nine-milli's
You better stay 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
Right now we smacking 'em with
Platinum and they hate it 'Cause we made it
That's what we keep that iron for
I represent it 'cause I'm in it
UTP until I'm finished, Juvenile
They can't stop us and I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his
Pivot with this motherfucking chopper
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 spinning
You always see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me grimy
They hit me with them bricks and
I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't find me
When I come back around, man
I'ma back 'em down
I run up busting that TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun
And you can't fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane
'Cause we know where you be and
We know where you stay
And we'll come checking through your set
Mane man, you heard what I said
Now get it in your head
I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane
'Cause you's a middle man
What you don't understand?
You's a fucking fake ass connect, mane
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
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
Get 'em Buck, man (Rrrrr, hoo)
50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't fucking playing
I move on you with that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and chain 'fore
I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man
I been doing dirt for so long
Them niggas get laid out
Niggas run through my crib to
Holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip
Hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane
When witnesses around they know
How we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit
Mane
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy
Sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that
I'm sittin' on some change
G-Unit that's the gang
Come through here stunting you'll
Get 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 knowing
Niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they
Know that I'm a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you
Mane i swear ain't nobody gon' find ya
When I get lifted I'm tempted
To tear your block up
You niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya
Me and Chili in your city
With a couple nine-milli's
You better stay 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
Right now we smacking 'em with
Platinum and they hate it 'Cause we made it
That's what we keep that iron for
I represent it 'cause I'm in it
UTP until I'm finished, Juvenile
They can't stop us and I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his
Pivot with this motherfucking chopper
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 spinning
You always see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me grimy
They hit me with them bricks and
I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't find me
When I come back around, man
I'ma back 'em down
I run up busting that TEC, mane
If you ain't got a gun
And you can't fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane
'Cause we know where you be and
We know where you stay
And we'll come checking through your set
Mane man, you heard what I said
Now get it in your head
I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane
'Cause you's a middle man
What you don't understand?
You's a fucking fake ass connect, mane
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