DMX – Shot Down ft 50 Cent, Styles P

Shot Down is another mind-blowing and well enhanced hip-hop tune developed by a talented rapper, DMX featuring 50 Cent and Styles P.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Grand Champ” was officially released on 16 September 2003.

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LYRICS

[50 Cent:]

Over and over I done told ya, boy

I’m a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, boy

And when you gon’ get it in your brain?

The gate’s wide open and the dog’s off the chain

[50 Cent:]

I be that youngin with that gun that’s tellin’ ya stop frontin’

I be that yougin on the run after I pop somethin’

In the Bible I read death is of the tongue

And if you talk about death enough death is gon’ come

Jay 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 every nigga head that play me

See I’m cool with them Haitian mob niggas

They say ”Sak pase Nap boule” and rob niggas

The media be tryin’ to make a nigga look bad, what’s with that?

See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat

And Montana, I kill ’em with the grammar

I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers

X, what up? (Aight)

[50 Cent:]

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

Getting 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 cliques that you shouldn’t play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders’ll get you shot down

[DMX:]

Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ ’bout, think you playin’ with?

Double R, G-Unit, the same old shit

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

All y’all niggas is pussy, suck my dick

Ain’t nothin’ but a handful of man still standin’

I remember 50 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 gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?

I’mma 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

[50 Cent:]

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

Getting 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 cliques that you shouldn’t play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders’ll get you shot down

[Styles P:]

If your head ain’t off of your shoulders

You ain’t get shot, you got nipped nigga (just nipped)

Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone

It’s gon’ do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)

Yeah, what the fuck is the problem?

The Porsche is red, the buckets is army

30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin

Niggas 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 chinbone

I don’t want the throne or the crown, I ain’t sell enough

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 P’ll love to cut his

And niggas is gettin shot down, two guns up

Double R, S.P., holdin’ D Block down

[50 Cent:]

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

Getting 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 cliques that you shouldn’t play with

G-Unit, Ruff Ryders’ll get you shot down