Blood Hound (featyoung Buck Of G Unit) Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Trying - 50 Cent

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP 

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP 

50 Cent, get 'em bucked 

50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin' 

I move on you wit' that Mac mayn 

Come off, now watch your chain for I blow out your brains 

Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn 

See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt 

For so long when niggas get laid out 

Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid 

That's when I start bringin' them thangs out 

Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip 

Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn 

When witnesses around, they know how we get down 

So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn 

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My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain 

Come through the hood and you can cop that 

I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game 

Come through here stuntin' you 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 knowin' niggas gonna hate me 

Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' 

I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn 

I swear ain't nobody gonna find ya 

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When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up 

Your niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya 

Me and Chilly in your city wit' 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 smackin' 'em wit' platinum 

And they hate it 'cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye 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 motherfuckin' 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 

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 niggas call me Grimey 

They hit me wit' them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit 

I'm out of town, they can't find me 

When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down 

I run up bustin' that Tec mayn 

If you ain't got a gun and you can't fuckin' run 

My advice is you hit the deck mayn 

But if you get away and come back another day 

My soldiers will leave you wet mayn 

'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay 

And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn 

Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head 

I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn 

'Cause you see a middle man but you don't understand 

You see a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn 

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