Shot Down Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Move on over, I done told ya boy 

I'm a G unit motherfuckin' 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 ass 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 ass dead broke like JD 

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

See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggaz 

They say sak passes nap boule and rob niggaz 

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The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad 

Whatsup 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 

X whatsup? 

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 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, fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? 

Double R, G unit, the same ol' shit 

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

All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick 

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

I remember fifty 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 

'Til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild 

Now why you gotta 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 

Get 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 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 nigga 

'Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone 

It's gon' do more than chip, nigga 

Yea, what the fuck is the problem? 

The Porsche is red, the buckets is army 

Thirty shot handguns the gutter is starvin' 

Niggaz 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 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 I'll love to cut his 

And niggaz is gettin' 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 

Get 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 clips that you shouldn't play with 

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