Move on over, I done told ya, boy
I'm a G-Unit mot*****in' 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 Jay-Z
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry n***a head that play me
See, I'm cool with them Hatian mob ni***z
Tu say sapa say mavule, and rob ni***z

The media be tryin' to make a n***a 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, whattup?
(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
Get in our line'll get you shot down
(Nigga)

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

Aiyyo, f**k y'all ni***z talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit?
Double are, G-Unit, the same ol' s**t
(What?)
Put the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all ni***z is p***y, suck my d**k

Ain't nuttin' but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was slammin'
(Aight)
Now, we meet again, it's all good my n***a
Back to the street again, it's all hood my n***a

Knock on wood my n***a, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, s**t was hard
(Aight)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'Til a big type n***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
(Yeah)
45th Street, and blaow, blaow, ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, n***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
(Nigga)

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

Yeah, word, yeah
If your head ain't offa your shoulders
You ain't get shot, you got nicked n***a
(Just nicked)
'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, n***a
(A lot more than that)

Yea, what the f**k is the problem?
The Porsche is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin'
(Yeah)
Ni***z like me might rush your apartment
(Word)

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 chin bone
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 ni***z is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double are, 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
Get in our line'll get you shot down
(Nigga)

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
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Shot Down Lyrics

50 Cent – Shot Down Lyrics

Songwriters: SIMMONS, EARL / NASSAR, SALAM E. / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / STYLES, DAVID
Shot Down lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMI Music Publishing

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