DMX

DMX - Shot Down (Remix) lyrics

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Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy

I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy

And when you gon' get it in your brain

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

Now Let Me Give You Just A Little Peak Inside

Of The Mind,now everyday of the week i'm destined

for crime,hearin the little voices speaken out at me

blind,ya know, the little saying be "your Sick But

Your Fine"but mabye i have a little chemechal imbalance,

but i can balance the barrell enough to make you

come out of your apparel,make you sing a little carol,

handsin the air,like your at a concert and i'll rob ya

like i just don't care,now your jewels are my jewels

and my tools got pools,your draws got stools, break

yourself fool,what could you do to this maniac and

lunatic that already hasn't been done,go ahead and

shoot him, put him in prison he's just a superstition,

make a decicion,cause if i ever get out of this hole its

perfection,never will change, sick in the brain,spit on

your brain,shit on your name,give me the blame,i'm a psycho

I'm the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners

Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of

Quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James

Todd Sr.across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments

I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth with a fucked

up childhood, that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed,

I kept the same mindstate since the third time that I failed

9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person,

don't be so sure of itI don't promote violence, I just encourage it

I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of

steps and land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution

to the wind you and a friend can jump off of a bridge and if

you live, do it again Shit, why not, blow your brain out, I'm

blowin mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now!

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 (nigga)

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, 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 quit

All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!

Ain't nuttin but a handful of man still standin

I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)

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 (AIGHT?)

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'ma make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)

45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave.

I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!

If 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 bone

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

Yea, what the fuck is the problem

The Porsche is red the buckets is Army

30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)

Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word)

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 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 P'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 (nigga)

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

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