Shot Down

[DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF!<br><br>[50 Cent]<br>Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy<br>I`m a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy<br>And when you gon` get it in your brain<br>The gate`s wide open and the dog`s off the chain<br><br>I be that yung`n with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin<br>I be that yung`n on the run, after I pop some`n<br>In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue<br>And if you talk about death enough death is gon` come<br>Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head<br>Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared<br>Some say I`m gangsta, some say I`m craaazy<br>If you ask me I`ll say I`m what the hood made me<br>Now I can stunt `til my ass dead broke like J.D.<br>Or put a hundred grand on e`ry nigga head that play me<br>See I`m cool with them Hatian mob niggaz<br>{?}Tu say sapa say mavule{?} and rob niggaz<br>The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that?<br>See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat<br>And Montana, I kill `em with the grammar<br>I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers<br>X whattup? (AIGHT!!)<br><br>[Chorus: 50 Cent]<br>You don`t live that, you shouldn`t say that<br>Cause what come out your mouth`ll get you SHOT, DOWN<br>Throwin your money around and we don`t play that<br>Get in our line`ll get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)<br>We know where you hang, we know where you stay at<br>That bullshit you on`ll get you SHOT, DOWN<br>Here`s a few clips that you shouldn`t play with<br>G-Unit, Ruff Ryders`ll get you SHOT, DOWN<br><br>[DMX]<br>Aiyyo, fuck y`all niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit?<br>Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol` shit (WHAT!)<br>Put the faggots in the ring, watch `em all quit<br>All y`all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!<br>Ain`t nuttin but a handful of man still standin<br>I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)<br>Now we meet again, it`s all good my nigga<br>Back to the street again, it`s all hood my nigga<br>Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog<br>We ain`t get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?)<br>But once we got through the trials it`s all smiles<br>`til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild<br>Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?<br>I`ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)<br>45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave<br>I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Styles P]<br>Yeah, word, yeah<br>If your head ain`t offa your shoulders (uh-huh)<br>You ain`t get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)<br>Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone<br>It`s gon` do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)<br>Yea, what the fuck is the problem<br>The Porsche is red the buckets is Army<br>30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)<br>Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word)<br>Bloodstains`ll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window<br>I smell murder every time that the wind blow<br>Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone<br>I don`t want the throne or the crown, I ain`t sellin up<br>You can have the jail or the ground, you ain`t in hell enough<br>I`m the one that flood the gutters<br>Better tap your man, and let him know P`ll love to cut his<br>And niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns up<br>Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down<br><br>[Chorus]