Shot Down (Album Version Explicit)

Move on over, I done told ya boy I'm a G unit mother****ing 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 crazyIf you ask me, I'll say, "I'm what the hood made me" Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JDOr put a hundred grand on e'ry nigga head that play me See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas They say sak passes nap boule and rob niggas 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, nigga y'all niggas talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit? Double R, G unit, the same ol' shit Put the niggas in the ring, watch 'em all quit All y'all niggas is bastards, 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 from45th 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 ****ing Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone It's gon' do more than chip, **** Yea, what the **** 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 **** 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