Blood Hound
50 Cent & Young Buck Lyrics


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G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck

50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
I move on you with that MAC, mane (MAC, mane)
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane (back, mane)
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 their whole clique, mane (clique, mane)
When witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit, mane (shit, mane)
My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang
Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) (woo)

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 rider (rider)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' you, mane
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 with 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 ('fire, bro)
Right now we smackin' 'em with 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
Juvenile, they can't stop us (they can't stop us)
And I admit it I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' chopper (baow)

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 grinnin' (yeah)
And you hear niggas call me grimy (grimy)
They hit me with 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, mane (TEC, mane)
If you ain't got a gun and you can't fuckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane (deck, mane)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane (wet, mane)
'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checkin' through your set, mane (set, mane)
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt, mane (debt, mane)
'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fuckin' fake ass connect, mane (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

Overall Meaning

"Blood Hound" is a rap song performed by 50 Cent and Young Buck. In the track, 50 Cent and Young Buck rap about their lives as street hustlers and the violence they encounter. The song opens with an introduction by a chorus of G-Unit and UTP, followed by 50 Cent's verse. The rapper says that he has been doing dirt for a long time and no one can touch him. He also mentions how he loves to carry guns and how they bust shots. Moreover, he talks about slinging drugs in different weather and advises listeners not to mess with him.


Young Buck's verse starts with his love for spinning 20 inches on his rims while being a hustler. He says that he owes no one any debt and that he will come after anyone who tries to come after him. He also advises those without guns to hit the deck and praises his soldiers for being able to track anyone who crosses them.


The central theme of "Blood Hound" is gang violence and the culture of the drug trade. The song's lyrics also highlight the struggles and pressures young men face growing up in impoverished and violent environments.


Line by Line Meaning

G-Unit, UTP
The collaboration between the groups G-Unit and UTP is acknowledged in the opening line.


Hahahaha
An audible expression of amusement or mirth is made.


G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
The names of the collaborating groups are reiterated with a positive affirmation.


G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
The lead artist, 50 Cent, is named before a command is given to the co-artist, Young Buck, to take action.


50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
The artist 50 Cent introduces himself and asserts that he is not joking or showing amusement.


I move on you with that MAC, mane (MAC, mane)
The artist 50 Cent proclaims that he will attack with a MAC-10 submachine gun.


Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
The artist 50 Cent threatens to shoot someone unless they surrender their jewelry.


Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane (back, mane)
The artist 50 Cent describes the trajectory of bullets fired from his weapon.


See me I put in work, man, I been doin' dirt for so long
The artist 50 Cent boasts of his long-standing experience in committing criminal acts.


When niggas get laid out (laid out)
The artist 50 Cent acknowledges that he is capable of murdering others.


Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid
People visit the artist 50 Cent's place of residence to interact with him.


That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
The artist 50 Cent reveals that visitors prompt him to retrieve his firearms.


Then we go through the strip hangin' up out the whip
The artist 50 Cent and his associates cruise through the neighborhood while leaning out of their vehicle.


Dumpin' clips off at their whole clique, mane (clique, mane)
The artist 50 Cent and his associates fire their weapons multiple times at a group of adversaries.


When witnesses around they know how we get down
People who witness the actions of the artist 50 Cent and his associates are aware of their reputation for violence.


So when the cops come they ain't see shit, mane (shit, mane)
Witnesses to the artist 50 Cent and his associates' criminal acts refuse to cooperate with law enforcement.


My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
The associates of the artist 50 Cent sell cocaine regardless of the prevailing weather conditions.


Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
The associates of the artist 50 Cent can be found in the neighborhood and are willing to sell drugs.


I'm sittig' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang
The artist 50 Cent has amassed a significant amount of wealth, and identifies with his affiliated group, G-Unit.


Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) (woo)
People who visit the artist 50 Cent's neighborhood and flaunt their wealth may become the targets of gun violence.


I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
The artist 50 Cent enjoys selling cocaine and carrying weapons.


Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though
The artist 50 Cent likes using firearms but feels that this is not fully appreciated or acknowledged.


I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
The artist 50 Cent enjoys patrolling his neighborhood while carrying two handguns.


Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though
The artist 50 Cent frequently fires his weapons in public for his own amusement, yet believes that others do not fully understand his motives.


I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me
The artist 50 Cent began his music career with the expectation that many people would dislike him and his work.


Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider (rider)
Some people dislike the artist 50 Cent because they know he is willing to engage in violent behavior.


I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' you, mane
The artist 50 Cent believes himself to be a skilled marksman.


I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
If the artist 50 Cent were to try to kill someone, he is confident that authorities would be unable to locate the body.


When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
When the artist 50 Cent is under the influence of drugs or alcohol, he is more inclined to engage in acts of violence in his neighborhood.


Your niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
The artist 50 Cent asserts that he is capable of keeping pace with anyone trying to escape his wrath.


Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine-milli's
The artist Young Buck and another associate named Chili enter a city armed with two 9mm handguns.


You better stay in line, bro (in line, bro)
The artist Young Buck warns others to behave themselves and not cause trouble.


'Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
The artist Young Buck asserts that he will engage in violent behavior if he deems it necessary.


I love the sound of gunfire, bro ('fire, bro)
The artist Young Buck is fascinated by the sound of firearms being discharged.


Right now we smackin' 'em with platinum
The collaborating artists are achieving significant commercial success.


And they hate it 'cause we made it
The success of the collaborating artists is resented by others.


That's what we keep that iron for (that iron for)
The artists keep weapons on hand to protect themselves from people who may resent their success.


I represent it 'cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
The artist Young Buck identifies closely with his affiliated group, UTP, and plans to remain a part of it for the foreseeable future.


Juvenile, they can't stop us (they can't stop us)
The artist Young Buck believes that his group is invincible and cannot be stopped by their enemies.


And I admit it I live it
The artist Young Buck is unapologetic about his violent and criminal lifestyle.


I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' chopper (baow)
The artist Young Buck boasts that he is capable of killing a wealthy individual with his firearm.


My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinnin' (yeah)
The artist Young Buck enjoys driving a vehicle with large wheels, and is usually in good spirits when doing so.


And you hear niggas call me grimy (grimy)
The artist Young Buck's associates refer to him as being unclean or unethical.


They hit me with them bricks and I ain't pay 'em shit
People have sold drugs to the artist Young Buck and he has refused to pay them.


I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)
The artist Young Buck has left town to avoid retribution from those he has refused to pay.


When I come back around, man, I'ma back 'em down
The artist Young Buck will return home eventually and plans to confront his enemies.


I run up bustin' that TEC, mane (TEC, mane)
The artist Young Buck will use a Tec-9 submachine gun to attack his enemies.


If you ain't got a gun and you can't fuckin' run
Individuals who are unarmed and unable to escape from danger are at a significant disadvantage.


My advice is you hit the deck, mane (deck, mane)
The artist Young Buck advises those in danger to lie down on the ground to avoid being shot.


But if you get away and come back another day
If someone is able to avoid being harmed on one occasion, they may not be so lucky during a subsequent encounter.


My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane (wet, mane)
The associates of the artist Young Buck are willing to use violence and inflict significant harm on others.


'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
The associates of the artist Young Buck are knowledgeable about the routines and living arrangements of their enemies.


And we'll come checkin' through your set, mane (set, mane)
The associates of the artist Young Buck will seek out and confront their enemies wherever they may be.


Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head
The artist Young Buck insists that his listeners pay attention to and comprehend his message.


I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt, mane (debt, mane)
The artist Young Buck refuses to repay an outstanding debt to others.


'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
The individual who is owed a debt is not directly involved in the drug trade and does not understand the risks or pressures involved.


You's a fuckin' fake ass connect, mane (connect, mane)
The individual who is owed a debt is not a legitimate source of drugs and is not respected or trusted by those in the industry.




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DAVID DARNELL BROWN, SEAN D. HENDERSON, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@henriqueramos3197

BLOOD HOUND (FEATURING YOUNG BUCK OF G UNIT)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
Get 'em Buck, man (Grr, woo)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name, man, I ain't fucking playing
I move on you with that MAC, mane (MAC, mane)
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane (Back, mane)
See me, I put in work, man, I been doing dirt
For so long, them niggas get laid out (Laid out)
Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them thangs out (Thangs out)
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane (Clique, mane)
When witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the cops come, they ain't see shit, mane (Shit, mane)
My soldiers slanging '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 stunting you'll get popped at (Popped at)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I came in this game knowing niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rider (Rider)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (Find ya)
When I get lifted, I'm tempted to tear your block up
You niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya (Behind ya)
Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine millis
You better stay in line, bro (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 (Fire, bro)
Right now we smacking 'em with platinum and they hate it
'Cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for (Iron for)
I represent it 'cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us (They can't stop us)
And I admit it, I live it, I'll knock a baller off his pivot
With this motherfucking chopper (Baow)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
My twenty inches spinning, you always see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me grimy (Grimy)
They hit me with 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 busting that TEC, mane (TEC, mane)
If you ain't got a gun and you can't fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane (Deck, mane)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane (Wet, mane)
'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checking through your set, mane (Set, mane)
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane (Debt, mane)
'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fucking fake-ass connect, mane (Connect, mane)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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

Featuring Young Buck
Produced by Sean Blaze
Written by 50 Cent, Young Buck & Sean Blaze



@Lacie-Leigh

G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
Get 'em Buck, man (rrr, hoo!)
50 Cent, that's my name, man, I ain't fucking playing
I move on you with that Mac, mane (Mac, mane)
Come off that watch and chain 'fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane (back, mane)
See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long
Them niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringing them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane (clique, mane)
When witnesses around they know how we get down
So, when the cops come they ain't see shit, mane (shit, mane)
My soldiers slanging '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 stunting you'll get popped at (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 (a rider)
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
You niggas can't run 'cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chili in your city with 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 smacking 'em with 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, Juvenile, they can't stop us (they can't stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper (baow)
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 20-inches spinning, you always see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me grimy (grimy)
They hit me with 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 busting that TEC, mane (TEC, mane)
If you ain't got a gun and you can't fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane (deck, mane)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet, mane (wet, mane)
'Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
And we'll come checking through your set, mane (set, mane)
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't paying no fucking debt, mane (debt, mane)
'Cause you's a middle man, what you don't understand?
You's a fucking fake-ass connect, mane (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



All comments from YouTube:

@1800Trip

Most underrated song on this album hands down

@drio2020

Im gonna have to agree whole heartedly

@reallegend7688

Facts

@UnitedPacci

@@drio2020 I disagree, no song in this album is underated.

@asifahmed2639

I gotta say I'm into this song a lot. Underrated? I don't think so

@the212show

Blood Hound Should of been a MAJOR HIT. Shout out to 50 and Young Buck.

@mookiestewart3776

The album could have been on the radio, shit was so fuckinn fire

@mattbuck8390

Derrick Holmes this album went diamond its a hit πŸ”₯ but the thing that gets me is that this never got a Grammy and it gets me mad cause it doesn't make sense

@rubenocasio9188

In my Tony Yay0 voice*

@UnitedPacci

@@mattbuck8390 Grammy's are frauds. Grammy doesn't mean much as it was clearly that they were biased. Relapse one of Eminem worst album had a grammy for example. Also Kendrick Good Kid Maad City lost a grammy to Macklemore. You know shyt ain't right. They've been favorable to certain people. It wasn't until people started to boycott and not care that they started to adjust a little bit. But too be fair, we all have lived in during 2003. 50 Cent was the biggest thing that year. That's why I like that the people eventually control the culture despite these corrupt record labels. We will always decide what the greatest music are (Illmatic, MF Doom etc).

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