Shot Down

Over and over I done told ya, boy
 I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, boy
 And when you gon' get it in your brain?
 The gate's wide open and the dogs off the chain
 I be that youngin with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin'
 I be that youngin on the run after I pop somethin'
 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 I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
 If you axe me I'll say I'm what the hood made me
 Now I can stunt till my ass dead broke like JD
 Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me
 See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
 They say "Sak pase Nap boule" and rob niggas
 The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, what's up with that?
 See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat
 And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
 I enhanced in the slammer after bangin' them hammers
 X, what up? (Aight)
 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
 Getting in our line'll get you shot down
 We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
 That bullshit you on'll get you shot down
 Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with
 G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down
 Hey, yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, think you playin' with?
 Double R, G-Unit, the same old shit
 Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit
 All y'all niggas is pussy, 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 nigga
 Back to the street again, it's all hood, my nigga
 Knock on wood, my nigga, we both walk the dog
 We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard
 But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
 Till a big type nigga 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, nigga
 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
 Getting in our line'll get you shot down
 We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
 That bullshit you on'll get you shot down
 Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with
 G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down
 If your head ain't off of your shoulders
 You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (Just nicked)
 'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
 It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (A lot more than that)
 Yeah, what the fuck 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 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 don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sell enough
 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 getting' shot down, two guns up
 Double R, S.P., holdin' D Block down
 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
 Getting in our line'll get you shot down
 We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
 That bullshit you on'll get you shot down
 Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with
 G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down