Blood Hound 50 Cent (Ft. Young Buck)
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
Get 'em Buck, man (Grr, woo)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name, man, I ain't fucking playing
I move on you with that MAC, mane (MAC, mane)
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane (Back, mane)
See me, I put in work, man, I been doing dirt
For so long, them niggas get laid out (Laid out)
Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them thangs out (Thangs out)
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane (Clique, mane)
When witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the cops come, they ain't see shit, mane (Shit, mane)
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (Cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit, that's the gang
Come through here stunting you'll get popped at (Popped at)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
Get 'em Buck, man (Grr, woo)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name, man, I ain't fucking playing
I move on you with that MAC, mane (MAC, mane)
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane (Back, mane)
See me, I put in work, man, I been doing dirt
For so long, them niggas get laid out (Laid out)
Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them thangs out (Thangs out)
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane (Clique, mane)
When witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the cops come, they ain't see shit, mane (Shit, mane)
My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (Cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit, that's the gang
Come through here stunting you'll get popped at (Popped at)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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
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