Get Shot Down

Over and over, i done told ya boy

Im a g-unit motherfuckin soldier boy

Now when u gon get it in yo brain

The gates wide open and the dogs off the chain

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin

I be that young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin

In the bible i read, death is undetermined,

If u talk about death, then death is oncoming,

Jay taught me how to flow, shot em in the head,

Randy's ass was there, now he runnin scared,

Sum say im gangsta, some say im crazy,

If u ask me, i say im wut the hood made me,

Now i could stunt til my ass dead broke like jd,

Or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that play me,

See im cool with the haitian mob niggas,

Then say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,

To me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that

See my flick, next to preme, papi and cat

And montana, i kill em with the gramma'

I enhanced in the slamma after bangin them hammas, x wut up

Chorus (50 cent)

If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say that

Cuz wut come out yo mouth'll get u shot down

Handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u shot down,

Keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u shot down,

Heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, g-unit ruffryders'll get u shot down

(dmx)

Hey yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin with?

Double r, g-unit! same old shit,

Put the faggots in the ring, watch em all quit,

All ya niggas is pussy, suck my dick

Aint nothin but a handful of mans still standin

I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin

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 walked the dog

We aint get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,

But once we got thru the trials, its all smiles

Til a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get wild

Now why u gots to go and take me back from where i came from?

Imma make you remember, where u my name from,

45th street blah blah ave.

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

(chorus)

(styles p)

If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)

Cuz if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,

Its gonna do more than chip, nigga,

Yea wut 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 ur apartment

Blood stains'll fuck up ur carpet

Brain on the window

I smell murder everytime that the wind blow

Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin bone

I dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,

U can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough

Im the one that flood gutters,

Better tap ya man, and let him kno p'll love the colors

And niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, double r, sp holdin d-block down

(chorus)