Lloyd Banks - Shot Down lyrics

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] 2 G's Up! {DAMN!} [shot] Yeah! {LET'S GO!} [Chorus:] Them n***as don't like me! (like me...) I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...) Jealousy most likely, (likely...) You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot] We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...) Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...) Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...) f** around and get shot - dooown! {NON STOP! } [shot] [Verse 1:] Uh! - PLK to kingpin! - You can't "pin" the "king" down (uh-huh!) I let somethin' swing 'round that'll knock thing down. (yeeah!) Eight rings blaow! - Icey knuckle sh** Your chick look good, is the chick I'm prolly f**in' with. (yeah!) [gunshot] If your pimpin' her up. - Then I'm a have her s**in' sick (yeah!) Wardrobe full of tight sh**. - Don't nuthin' fit. (naah!) I don't cuff for sh**. - You can have her back tomorrow! (yeah!) I drop her off in my all nine long Gillard'. (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} And I know! - You rather see me hollow. (uh!) Lined up and follow, cause all of this pyro. (yeah!) I drink out the bottle and smoke out the bottle Buy five rims every car (why?) - in case I hit a pot hole. {COME ON!} [gunshot] Follow me as we ain' sharin' no space, he gotta move, gotta die! Fix 'em up real good. - I got the two's, lullaby! (lullaby!) No big things they love the ride, (ride...) SouthSide don't be a homicide! (homicide!) [Chorus:] Them n***as don't like me! (like me...) I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...) Jealousy most likely, (likely...) You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot] {Whoooooooo!} We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...) (yeah!) Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...) (why?) {CAN'T FORGET...} Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...) {ROGER! } f** around and get shot - dooown! {S.O.D.! } [shot] [Verse 2:] Uh! - Vanilla Benzo with the hollowproof window (yeah!) Raised up till I hit the bu*ton - make it Limbo! (yeah!) They call me the "King"! I "Line" a "Punch" like Kimbo, (Kimbo!) Exotic Endo my garage like a rim show. (whoo!) [gunshot] {DAMN! } I added one from the intro, I'm built for this Grizzy! (grizzy!) - They kinda won't survive in the wilderness, Girls! (girls!) - Follow her I knew he'd be a hater! (right!) I'm stuntin' with my Caliber - Louis V and Gator! (uh!) TRAITOR - next to them were n***az that you beef with You lucky they faint! - If they wouldn't you'd be in deep sh**. (yeah!) Face neck and tee ripped so eat quick they metal for you Walk with the talk (uh!) with the sleep (uh!) with the devil. (uh!) {COME ON!} They don't act up! - Now that I'm active, they know better, Gold getter! - I got 'em runnin' like [Dante] Culpepper! (pfyuu!) My last mixtape was a cla**ic And this one'll do more than match it. {ANGEL!} - YOU ba*tard! [gunshot] [Chorus:] Them n***as don't like me! (like me...) (nah!) I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...) (uh-huh!) {G-UNIT!} Jealousy most likely, (likely...) (right!) You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot] {OOOHH!} We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...) (yeah!) Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...) (why?) Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...) (right!) f** around and get shot - dooown! [gunshot] [beat stops] {Whoooooo!}