DMX - Shot Down video free download

LYRICS HERE!!!!

(feat. 50 Cent, Styles P)

[DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF!

[50 Cent]

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 snitchs 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 craaazy

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 e'ry nigga head that play me

See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggaz

They say sak passe nap boule and rob niggaz

The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup 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 whattup? (AIGHT!!)

[Chorus: 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

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

[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 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!

[Chorus]

[Styles P]

Yeah, word, yeah

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