50 Cent - Blood Hound (Lyrics)

[50 Cent:]

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:]

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

Then 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 their 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 get popped at


[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


[Young Buck:]

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

Your 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


[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


[50 Cent:]

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 don't you understand?

You's a fucking fake ass connect, mane


[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