DMX and 50 Shot em Down Lyrics

50 Cent

Over and over, i done told ya boy
im a G-Unit m_________in soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide open and the dogs off the chain

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In 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 a__ 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 a__ dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any n____'s head that play me,
see im cool with the haitian mob n____s,
then say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob n____s,
to me, u be try to make the n____ look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i kill em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up

Chorus (50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say that
cuz wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin 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 n____s talkin bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT! Same old s___,
Put the f__gots in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya n____s is p____, suck my d___
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my n____
back to the street again, its all hood my n____,
knock on wood my n____, we both walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, s___ was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a b____ type n____ all of a sudden get wild
now 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, n____

(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped n____,(just nipped)
cuz if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more than chip, n____,
yea wut the f___ is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is army
30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin
n____s like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll f___ up ur carpet
brain on the window
i smell murder everytime that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one that flood gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and n____s is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down