Shot Down (feat. 50 Cent & Styles P)

Grr

Ruff ruff

Move on over

I done told ya boy

I'm a G-unit mother fucking soldier boy

Alright

And when you gonna get it in your brain

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

I be that young'n with that gun-ness

Telling ya stop fronting

I be that young'n on the run

After I pop something

In the Bible I read

Death is of the tongue

And if you talk about death enough, death is gonna come

Dave taught me how to flow

They shot him in the head

Randy ass was there

Now he running 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 till my ass dead broke like JD

Or put a hundred grand on every **** head that play me

See I'm cool with them Haitian mob ****

They say sock posse nap boule and rob ****

The media be trying to make a **** look bad

What's up with that?

See my flick

Next to bring Pappy and Cat

And Montana

I kill 'em with the grammar

I enhanced in the slammer after banging them hammers

X, what up?

Alright

You don't live that

You shouldn't say that

'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down

Throwing your money around and we don't play that

Get in our line or 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 clips that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

Aye yo fuck y'all **** talking 'bout

Think you playing with

Double R, G-Unit

The same old shit (What)

Put the faggots in the ring

Watch 'em all quit

All y'all **** is pussy

Suck my dick

Ain't nothing but a handful of man still standing

I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was slamming (Alright)

Now we meet again

It's all good, my ****

Back to the street again

It's all hood, my ****

Knock on wood my ****

We both walk the dog

We ain't get to where we at by luck

Shit was hard (Alright)

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

Till a bitch type **** all of a sudden get wild

Now why you gots ta go and take me back to where I came from

I'ma make you remember

Where you know my name from (Yeah)

Forty-fifth street and blah blah ave

I done read through your crew and only let off half, ****

You don't live that

You shouldn't say that

'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down

Throwing your money around and we don't play that

Get in our line or 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 clips that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down

If your head ain't off a your shoulders (Uh huh)

You ain't get shot

You got nicked, **** (Just nicked)

'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone

It's gonna do more than a chip

**** (A lot more than that)

Yea,  what the fuck is the problem

The Porsche is red, the buckets is Army

Thirty shot handguns, the gutter is starving (Yeah)

**** like me might rush your apartment (Word)

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 chin bone

I don't want the throne or the crown

I ain't selling nothing

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 **** is getting shot down

Two guns up

Double R

SP holding D block down

You don't live that

You shouldn't say that

'Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down

Throwing your money around and we don't play that

Get in our line or 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 clips that you shouldn't play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down