Текст песни DMX f 50 Cent, Styles P - Shot Down, слова песни DMX f 50 Cent, Styles P

Текст песни DMX f 50 Cent, Styles P - Shot Down

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[DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF![50 Cent]Move on over, I done told ya boyyyyI`m a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyyAnd when you gon` get it in your brainThe gate`s wide open and the dog`s off the chainI be that yung`n with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontinI be that yung`n on the run, after I pop some`nIn the Bible I read, death is of the tongueAnd if you talk about death enough death is gon` comeJay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the headRandy ass was there, now he runnin scaredSome say I`m gangsta, some say I`m craaazyIf you ask me I`ll say I`m what the hood made meNow I can stunt `til my ass dead broke like J.D.Or put a hundred grand on e`ry nigga head that play meSee I`m cool with them Hatian mob niggaz{?}Tu say sapa say mavule{?} and rob niggazThe media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that?See my flick, next to bring Papi and CatAnd Montana, I kill `em with the grammarI enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammersX whattup? (AIGHT!!)[Chorus: 50 Cent]You don`t live that, you shouldn`t say thatCause what come out your mouth`ll get you SHOT, DOWNThrowin your money around and we don`t play thatGet in our line`ll get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)We know where you hang, we know where you stay atThat bullshit you on`ll get you SHOT, DOWNHere`s a few clips that you shouldn`t play withG-Unit, Ruff Ryders`ll get you SHOT, DOWN[DMX]Aiyyo, fuck y`all niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit?Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol` shit (WHAT!)Put the faggots in the ring, watch `em all quitAll y`all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!Ain`t nuttin but a handful of man still standinI remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)Now we meet again, it`s all good my niggaBack to the street again, it`s all hood my niggaKnock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dogWe ain`t get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?)But once we got through the trials it`s all smiles`til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wildNow why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?I`ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW AveI done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga![Chorus][Styles P]Yeah, word, yeahIf your head ain`t offa your shoulders (uh-huh)You ain`t get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your boneIt`s gon` do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)Yea, what the fuck is the problemThe Porsche is red the buckets is Army30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word)Bloodstains`ll fuck up your carpet, brain on the windowI smell murder every time that the wind blowTie him to the chair and then knock out his chinboneI don`t want the throne or the crown, I ain`t sellin upYou can have the jail or the ground, you ain`t in hell enoughI`m the one that flood the guttersBetter tap your man, and let him know P`ll love to cut hisAnd niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns upDouble R, S.P. holdin D Block down[Chorus]

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