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dmx - get shot down lyrics

dmx errrrrrrrrrrr……uhr..uhr

50 cent

over and over, i done told ya boy
im a g-unit motherf-ckin soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide open and the dogs off the chain

uhr..uhr

i be that young’n with the gun that’s tellin ya stop frontin
i be that young’n on the run, after i pop sumthin
in the bible i read, death is of the tongue,
if u talk about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy’s -ss was there, now he’s runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, some say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood made me,
now i could stunt til my -ss dead broke like jd,
or put a hundred-grand on any n-gg-‘s head that play me,
see im cool with the haitian mob n-gg-s,
then say “saapa sei my boolay”, and rob n-gg-s,
to me, u be try to make the n-gg- 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 don’t live that, then u shouldn’t say that
cuz wut come out yo mouth’ll get u shot down
handin money around, and we don’t play that, gettin outta line’ll get u shot down,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullsh-t u on’ll get u shot down, n-gg-
heres a few cliques, that u shouldn’t play with, g-unit ruffryders’ll get u shot down

(eyiooo yo, what ya n-gg-s talkin bout, think u playin with?
double r, g-unit!the same old sh-t,
put the f-ggots in the ring, watch em all quit,
all ya n-gg-s is p-ssy, suck my d-ck
aint nothin but a handful of mans still standin
i remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, it’s all good my n-gg-
back to the street again, it’s all hood my n-gg-,
knock on wood my n-gg-, we both walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, sh-t was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, it’s all smiles
til a b-tch type n-gg- all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way 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, n-gg-

(chorus)

(styles p)
if ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped n-gg-,(just nipped)
cuz if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more than chip, n-gg-,
yea wut the f-ck is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin
n-gg-s like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains’ll f-ck 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 don’t want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in h-ll enough
im the one that flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno p’ll love the colors
and n-gg-s is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, double r, sp holdin d-block down

(chorus)

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