Cent
Cent - Blood Hound songtekst
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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 fo' 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 My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood an' you can cop that I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit got 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 gon' 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 gon' find ya When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up Your niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya Me an' 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 an' pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum An' they hate it 'cause we made it, that's what we keep an eye for I represent it 'cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished Juvenile, they can't stop us An' 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' An' you hear niggas call me 'Grimey' They hit me wit' them bricks an' I ain't pay 'em shit I'm outta 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, an' you can't fuckin' run My advice is you hit the deck, mayn But if you get away an' come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet, mayn 'Cause we know where you be, an' we know where you stay An' 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'se a middle man but you don't understand You'se 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