Young Buck - Blood Hound Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Blood Hound By Young Buck?
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 fucking playing I move on you with that Mac, mane Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long Then niggas get laid out Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid That's when I start bringing them thangs out Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip Dumping clips off at their whole clique, mane When witnesses around they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit, mane My soldiers slanging 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang Come through here stunting 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 knowing niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane 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 and Chili in your city with 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 smacking 'em with platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron 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 motherfucking chopper 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 spinning, you always see me grinning And you hear niggas call me grimy They hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit I'm outta town, they can't find me When I come back around, man, I'mma back 'em down I run up busting that TEC, mane If you ain't got a gun and you can't fucking run My advice is you hit the deck, mane But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay And we'll come checking through your set, mane Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand? You's a fucking fake ass connect, mane 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 |
Who Wrote Blood Hound By Young Buck?
David Darnell Brown, Sean D. Henderson, Curtis James Jackson
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What's The Duration Of The Blood Hound By Young Buck?The duration of Blood Hound is 3:59 minutes and seconds. |
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