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50 Cent Ft. Young Buck

Letra Blood Hound 50 Cent Ft Young Buck[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

50 Cent, that’s my name, man I ain’t fuckin’ playin’
I move on you wit’ that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off that watch and chain fo’ I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man, I been doin’ dirt for so long
Then 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 they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down

So when the cops come they ain’t see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin’ ‘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 stuntin’ you get popped at (popped at)

[50 Cent] 2x
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 knowin’ niggas gon’ hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I’m a rida’ (rida’)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin’ ya mayn
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 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 iron for (that iron for)
I represent it cause I’m in it, UTP until I’m finished
But for now 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 motherfuckin’ choppa’

[50 Cent] 2x
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 spinnin’, you always see me grinnin’
And you hear niggas call me grimy (grimy)
They hit me wit’ 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’mma back ‘em down

I run up bustin’ that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain’t got a gun, and you can’t fuckin’ run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers’ll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay

And we’ll come checking through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain’t payin’ no fuckin’ debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you’s a middle man – what you don’t understand?
You’s a fuckin’ fake ass connect’ mayn (connect’ mayn)

Letra Blood Hound 50 Cent Ft Young Buck