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lirik lagu young buck feat 50 cent - blood hound

blood hound, g-unit, utp, g-unit, utp
g-unit, utp, 50 cent, get ’em bucked

50 cent, that’s my name, man i ain’t f-ckin’ playin’
i move on you wit’ that mac mayne
(mac mayne)
come off, now watch your chain fo’ i blow out your brains
sh-lls h-t your chest, go out your back mayne
(back mayne)

see me i put in work, man i been doin’ dirt
for so long when n-gg-s get laid out
(laid out)
n-gg-s 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 mayne
(clique mayne)
when witnesses around, they know how we get down
so when the cops come, they ain’t see sh-t mayne
(sh-t mayne)

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 came in this game knowin’ n-gg-s gon’ hate me
just for the simple fact they know that i’m a rida’
(rida’)
i got a h-ll of a aim, i keep on tellin’ ya mayne
i swear ain’t n-body gon’ find ya
(find ya)

when i get lifted, i’m tempted to tear your block up
your n-gg-s 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 motherf-ckin’ 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

my twenty-inches spinnin’, you always see me grinin’
and you hear n-gg-s call me grimey
(grimey)
they hit me wit’ them bricks and i ain’t pay ’em sh-t
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 mayne
(tec mayne)
if you ain’t got a gun and you can’t f-ckin’ run
my advice is you hit the deck mayne
(deck mayne)

but if you get away and come back another day
my soldiers’ll leave you wet mayne
(wet mayne)
’cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
and we’ll come trippin’ through your set mayne
(set mayne)

man you heard what i said, now get it in your head
i ain’t payin’ no f-ckin’ debt mayne
(debt mayne)
’cause you’se a middle man but you don’t understand
you’se a f-ckin’ fake -ss connect’ mayne
(connect’ mayne)

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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