歌手:DMX
专辑:《Grand Champ》

Move on over,
I done told ya boy
I'm a G unit mother******' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain
The gate's wide open and the dog's 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 crazyIf you ask me,
I'll say, "I'm what the hood made me"
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like
JDOr put a hundred grand on e'ry ****** head that play me
See I'm cool with them
Haitian mob ******z
They say sak passes nap boule and rob ******z
The media be tryin' to make a ****** look bad
Whatsup 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 whatsup?
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
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bull************t 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, ****** y'all ******z talkin' 'bout, think you playin' wit?
Double R,
G unit, the same ol' ************t
Put the ******s in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all ******z is ************, suck my ************
Ain't nuttin' but a handful of man still standin'
I remember fifty in a cypher when onyx was slammin'
Now we meet again, it's all good my ******
Back to the street again, it's all hood my ******
Knock on wood my ******, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, ************t was hard
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles'
Til a big type ****** all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotta go and take me back to where
I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from45th
Street, and blaow blaow ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, ******
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
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bull************t 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
Yeah, word, yeah
If your head ain't offa your shoulders
You ain't get shot, you got nicked ******'
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, ******
Yea, what the ****** is the problem?
The Porsche is red, the buckets is army
Thirty shot handguns the gutter is starvin'
******z like me might rush your apar**ent
Bloodstains'll ****** 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 chin bone
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
I'll love to cut his
And ******z 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
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bull************t 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