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Shut 'em Down
Onyx
featuring DMX
Straight up nigga
Motherfuckin' South side nigga
Brooklyn what!
Word up
yeah
Shut 'em down!
yeah
Shut 'em Down
Shut 'em Down
yeah
Hook:
Onyx featuring DMX
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 niggas heart slowed up
That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump Thirty 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 bitch, fuck 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 shit list
Verse 2:
Beat downs anonymous
I spit like a shiny silver nanabus(?)
Niggas fond of us
We the kind that rush, those that hold back
Takin' your whole stack
Grimy street cats
Niggas bald head like Kojak
Go gat for gat
Coat that
You could smoke that
Or cut black dust
Makin' your whole fuckin' stove crack
Betta know me
1 I'l tear you homey
Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down
Shun sees takin' your time
Makin' your mind
Got this nigga on the low
defecatin' with rhymes
Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry
Breakin' your spine
I'ma bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the bullshit
I'ma bury the bullshit
Feel my full clip
Hook
Verse 3: DMX
Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket case
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shits sweet
Now you up shit's creek
Cause your shits weak
Cause I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in
How mich is your life worth to someone important
From back in the days of Gordon
Niggas was gettin' robbed
with his own little mob
The guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job
Was it worth goin back to the Earth so soon
Worth makin' my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no room
Fuck you know about a pine box
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
I ain't gon' rest
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killin' for your crew
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 shit
you a little kid
More niggas get killed like that
That run for faces
Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz
Mad man Sticky F The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
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 shit dumb quick gun click
lyin' in the vine
persed the line on your dick
In the morgue admit it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holler
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw your Roleys in the sky
I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right
And all the crooks rob the place outside
Fuck my life, I don't need no mic!
The new album
Bring it
Motherfuckin' May
Hook 2x
That's that shit
Bring me on point
About to shut down the whole industry
DMX
Official nast
We wreckin' everything
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
Pussy
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