Dmx Shot Down

[DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF!



[50 Cent]

Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy

Im a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy

And when you gon get it in your brain

The gates wide open and the dogs off the chain



I be that yungn with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin

I be that yungn on the run, after I pop somen

In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue

And if you talk about death enough death is gon come

Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head

Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared

Some say Im gangsta, some say Im craaazy

If you ask me Ill say Im what the hood made me

Now I can stunt til my ass dead broke like J.D.

Or put a hundred grand on ery nigga head that play me

See Im cool with them Hatian mob niggaz

{?}Tu say sapa say mavule{?} and rob niggaz

The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that?

See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat

And Montana, I kill em with the grammar

I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers

X whattup? (AIGHT!!)



[Chorus: 50 Cent]

You dont live that, you shouldnt say that

Cause what come out your mouthll get you SHOT, DOWN

Throwin your money around and we dont play that

Get in our linell get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)

We know where you hang, we know where you stay at

That bullshit you onll get you SHOT, DOWN

Heres a few clips that you shouldnt play with

G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you SHOT, DOWN



[DMX]

Aiyyo, fuck yall niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit?

Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol shit (WHAT!)

Put the faggots in the ring, watch em all quit

All yall niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!

Aint nuttin but a handful of man still standin

I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)

Now we meet again, its all good my nigga

Back to the street again, its all hood my nigga

Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog

We aint get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?)

But once we got through the trials its all smiles

til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild

Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?

Ima make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)

45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave

I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!



[Chorus]



[Styles P]

Yeah, word, yeah

If your head aint offa your shoulders (uh-huh)

You aint get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)

Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone

Its gon do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)

Yea, what the fuck is the problem

The Porsche is red the buckets is Army

30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)

Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word)

Bloodstainsll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window

I smell murder every time that the wind blow

Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone

I dont want the throne or the crown, I aint sellin up

You can have the jail or the ground, you aint in hell enough

Im the one that flood the gutters

Better tap your man, and let him know Pll love to cut his

And niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns up

Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down



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