Shot Down
50 Cent DMX & Styles P Lyrics

Move on over, I done told ya boy
I'm telling you to move aside because I'm a G-Unit soldier and you should recognize that.

I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
I am fiercely loyal to G-Unit and will do what it takes to stay true to them.

The gate's wide open and the dog's off the chain
I've been unleashed and no one can stop me now.

I be that yung'n with that gun-ness, tellin' ya stop frontin'
I am the young guy with a gun, telling you to back off and stop acting tough.

I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n
I am the young guy on the run after shooting someone.

In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue
I've read in the Bible that talking about death can manifest death.

And if you talk about death enough death is gon' come
If you keep talking about death, it is likely to happen to you.

Dave taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Dave was instrumental in teaching me how to rap but he was killed by someone.

Randy ass was there, now he runnin' scared
Randy was there when Dave was killed and now he is scared and on the run.

Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm crazy
Some people consider me a gangsta and others think I'm insane.

If you ask me I'll say I'm what the hood made me
I believe I am a product of my environment in the hood.

Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JD
I can show off until I am penniless like Jermaine Dupri.

Or put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me
I am willing to pay to get revenge on anyone who disrespects me.

See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
I have a good relationship with the Haitian mob.

They say sak passe nap boule and rob niggas
They speak Creole and warn that they are about to rob someone.

The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, whats up with that?
The media often portrays me in a negative light and I don't understand why.

See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat
In my next movie, I will be acting alongside Papi and Cat.

And Montana, I kill 'em with the grammar
Montana can attest that my lyrics are sharp and effective.

I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers
I became a better rapper in prison after getting into fights.

X what up? (aight!)
I'm asking DMX what's up.

You don't live that, you shouldn't say that
Don't talk about things you haven't experienced.

Cause what come out your mouth'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Talking about things you don't know can get you in trouble.

Throwin your money around and we don't play that
Don't flaunt your wealth around us.

Get in our line'll get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
You'll be in danger if you cross us.

We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
We are aware of your whereabouts and can get to you.

That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Don't talk nonsense or we'll take action.

Here's a few clips that you shouldn't play with
Don't mess with weapons or clips like these.

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT, DOWN
Both G-Unit and Ruff Ryders have a reputation for violence.

Aye yo, fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout, think you playin' wit?
I don't care what y'all are saying, do you think you're messing with me?

Double are, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit (what!)
G-Unit is still the same old thing.

Put the fagots in the ring, watch 'em all quit
Make the weak guys fight and watch them all give up.

All y'all niggas is pussy, suck my dick!
All of you are weak, I don't respect you.

Ain't nothin'[ but a handful of man still standin'
Only a few of us can withstand the violence.

I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
I remember seeing 50 Cent rapping with Onyx in a cypher.

Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga
It's nice to see you again and everything is good between us.

Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga
We're back in the street again, everything is hood.

Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We're both lucky and fortunate to have survived.

We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
We didn't achieve success by just being lucky, it was difficult.

But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
Now that we've overcome our struggles, everything is good.

'til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Everything is fine until a big guy starts getting aggressive.

Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?
Why do you want to bring me back to my old violent ways?

I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YYea!)
I'll make you remember why you know my name.

45th Street, and blaow-blaow Ave.
I'm from 45th Street and Blaow-Blaow Avenue.

I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!
I took down half of your crew and never even used all my resources.

If your head ain't offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
If you're not dead yet.

You ain't get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
You only got grazed by a bullet, you're not really injured.

Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
If my gun hits a piece of your bone.

It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
It will do more damage than just chipping the bone.

Yea, what the fuck is the problem
What's the issue?

The Porsche is red the buckets is Army
My car is red and the seats are camouflaged.

30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
I have several 30-shot guns and I'm ready to use them.

Niggas like me might rush your apartment (word)
Guys like me may break into your apartment.

Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
Killing someone will leave bloodstains and mess up your carpet and leave brain matter on the window.

I smell murder every time that the wind blow
I sense murder when the wind blows.

Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone
Tie someone to a chair and then knock them in the face.

I don't want the throne or the crown, I ain't sellin up
I don't want to be the king or get involved in the drug game.

You can have the jail or the ground, you ain't in hell enough
You can choose to go to jail or die, but that's not enough to satisfy me.

I'm the one that flood the gutters
I'm responsible for the violence the streets.

Better tap your man, and let him know P'll love to cut his
Warn your friend that I will hurt him.

And niggas is gettin' shot down, two guns up
People are getting killed left and right and I'm ready to defend myself.

Double are, S.P. holdin' D Block down
Both G-Unit and Styles P are fiercely guarding their territory in D Block.