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Intro:
Straight up nigg*
Motherfkin' South side nigg*
Brooklyn what!
Word up
yeah
Shut 'em down!
yeah
Shut 'em Down
Shut 'em Down
yeah
Onyx featuring DMX
Hook:
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down 4x
Verse 1:
Yo shut 'em down start the violence
We wilin' wilin' sling back his body found
Washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up, this heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and ducked out
So look out
Left that cat for dead his body smoked out
Cause when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
I'm goin' all out
Lifes a b*tch, fk it, got the gun bust it
Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
And I swore forgiveness when I did this
there was not no witness but he should understand
Cause even God got a s**t list
Verse 2:
Beat downs anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver nanabus(?)
fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold back
Takin' your whole stack
Grimy street cats
bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat that
You could smoke that
Or cut black dust
Makin' your whole fkin' stove crack
Betta know me
1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremony
I'l tear you homey
Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down
Shun sees takin' your time
Makin' your mind
Got this nigg* on the low
defecatin' with rhymes
Breakin' your spine
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry
I'ma bury the bulls**t
I'ma bury the bulls**t
I'ma bury the bulls**t
Feel my full clip
Hook
Verse 3: DMX
Aiyyo I bet you this muth*fkin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket case
pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' sweet
Now you up s**t's creek
Cause your weak
How mich is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some s**t you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of Gordon
was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job
with his own little mob
Was it worth goin back to the Earth so soon
Worth makin' my s**t go boom
To your own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no room
fk you know about a pine box
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
On top of that same nigg* when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your crew
I ain't gon' rest
It gonna take a whole lot to put up your best
Then watch your loins spill out your vest
You best get on some act your age s**t
you a little kid
That run for faces
More get killed like that
Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz
Mad man Sticky F-I-N-G-A-Z
The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder pound
We gonna shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em down
We turn we gonna shut 'em down
We turn s**t dumb quick gun click
lyin' in the vine
persed the line on your d*ck
In the morgue admit it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holler
fk cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real wills throw your Roleys in the sky
And all the crooks rob the place outside
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right
fk my life, I don't need no mic!
The new album
Bring it
Motherfkin' May
Hook 2x
That's that s**t
Bring me on point
About to shut down the whole industry
Official nasty
DMX
We wreckin' everything
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
p*ssy