50 Cent – Bloodhound

bloodhound 50 cent

G-unit, utp, g-unit, utp

G-unit, utp, 50 cent, get ’em bucked

[50 cent]

50 cent, that’s my name

Man I ain’t fuckin’ playin’

I move on you wit’ that mac mayn (mac mayn)

Come off, now watch your 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 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 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)

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 chilly in your city wit’ a couple nine-milli’s

You better stay in line bro’ (in line bro’)

[50 cent]

My twenty-inches spinnin’, you always see me grinin’

And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)

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’ma 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

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