Blood Hound (featuring Young Buck) Video (MV)

G-Unit, UTP
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G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck

50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't f*ckin' playin'
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 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 their 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 slangin' 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang
Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) (woo)

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 rider (rider)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' you, mane
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 Chili in your city with 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 ('fire, bro)
Right now we smackin' 'em with platinum
And they hate it 'cause we made it
That's what we keep that iron for (that iron for)
I represent it 'cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us (they can't stop us)
And I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherf*ckin' chopper (baow)

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 grinnin' (yeah)
And you hear niggas call me grimy (grimy)
They hit me with 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, mane (TEC, mane)
If you ain't got a gun and you can't f*ckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane (deck, mane)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane (wet, mane)
'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checkin' through your set, mane (set, mane)
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no f*ckin' debt, mane (debt, mane)
'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a f*ckin' fake ass connect, mane (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