Shot Down

Grr arf Arf

Move on over I done told ya boy

I'm a G-Unit motherf**kin' soldier boy

And when you gon' get it in your brain

The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness

Tellin' ya stop frontin'

I be that yung'n on the run after I pop some'n

In the Bible I read death is of the tongue

And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come

Dave taught me how to flow they shot him in the head

Randy a** was there now he runnin' scared

Some say I'm gangsta some say I'm crazy

If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me

Now I can stunt 'til my a** dead broke like JD

Or put a hundred grand on e'ry ni**a head that play me

See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas

They say sak passe nap boule and rob niggas

The media be tryin' to make a ni**a look bad

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 what up

You don't live that you shouldn't say that

Cause what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT DOWN

Throwin your money around and we don't play that

Get in our line'll get you SHOT DOWN

We know where you hang we know where you stay at

That b******t you on'll get you SHOT DOWN

Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT DOWN

Aye yo f**k y'all niggas talkin' bout think you playin' wit

Double are G-UNIT the same ol' sh*t

Put the fagots in the ring watch 'em all quit

All y'all niggas is p**sy suck my dick

Ain't nothin' but a handful of man still standin'

I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin"

Now we meet again it's all good my ni**a

Back to the street again it's all hood my ni**a

Knock on wood my ni**a we both walk the dog

We ain't get to where we at by luck

Sh*t was hard

But once we got through the trials it's all smiles

'Til a big type ni**a all of a sudden get wild

Now why you gotsta go

And take me back to where I came from

I'ma make you remember

Where you know my name from

45th Street and blaow-blaow Ave

I done ran through your crew

And only let off half ni**a

You don't live that you shouldn't say that

Cause what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT DOWN

Throwin your money around and we don't play that

Get in our line'll get you SHOT DOWN ni**a)

We know where you hang we know where you stay at

That b******t you on'll get you SHOT DOWN

Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT DOWN

Yeah word yeah

If your head ain't offa your shoulders

You ain't get shot you got nicked ni**a

Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone

It's gon' do more than chip ni**a

Yea what the f**k is the problem

The Porsche is red the buckets is Army

30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin

Niggas like me might rush your apartment

Bloodstains'll f**k 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 don't want the throne or the crown

I ain't sellin up

You can have the jail or the ground

You ain't in hell enough

I'm the one that flood the gutters

Better tap your man

And let him know P'll love to cut his

And niggas is gettin' shot down two guns up

Double are S P holdin' D Block down