DMX: Get shot down

Over and over, i done told ya boyIm a g-unit motherfuckin soldier boyNow when u gon get it in yo brainThe gates wide open and the dogs off the chainI be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontinI be that young'n on the run, after i pop sumthinIn the bible i read, death is undetermined,If u talk about death, then death is oncoming,Jay taught me how to flow, shot em in the head,Randy's ass was there, now he runnin scared,Sum say im gangsta, some say im crazy,If u ask me, i say im wut the hood made me,Now i could stunt til my ass dead broke like jd,Or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that play me,See im cool with the haitian mob niggas,Then say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,To me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wutsup wit thatSee my flick, next to preme, papi and catAnd montana, i kill em with the gramma'I enhanced in the slamma after bangin them hammas, x wut upChorus (50 cent)If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say thatCuz wut come out yo mouth'll get u shot downHandin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u shot down,Keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u shot down,Heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, g-unit ruffryders'll get u shot down(dmx)Hey yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin with?Double r, g-unit! same old shit,Put the faggots in the ring, watch em all quit,All ya niggas is pussy, suck my dickAint nothin but a handful of mans still standinI remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slamminNow we meet again, its all good my niggaBack to the street again, its all hood my nigga,Knock on wood my nigga, we both walked the dogWe aint get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,But once we got thru the trials, its all smilesTil a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get wildNow why u gots to go and take me back from where i came from?Imma make you remember, where u my name from,45th street blah blah ave.I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga(chorus)(styles p)If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)Cuz if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,Its gonna do more than chip, nigga,Yea wut the fuck is the problemThe porsche is red, the buckets is army30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvinNiggas like me might rush ur apartmentBlood stains'll fuck up ur carpetBrain on the windowI smell murder everytime that the wind blowTie him to the chair and then knock out his chin boneI dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,U can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enoughIm the one that flood gutters,Better tap ya man, and let him kno p'll love the colorsAnd niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, double r, sp holdin d-block down(chorus)