[Intro:] Straight up nigga Motherfuckin´ South side nigga 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 niggas 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 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 1-3, 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 nigga on the low defecatin´ with rhymes Breakin´ your spine Got you movin´ from the flurry, time to worry 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 How mich is your life worth to someone important Cause I be extortin´ Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don´t want to get caught in From back in the days of Gordon Niggas 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 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 On top of that same nigga 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 shit you a little kid That run for faces More niggas 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 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 And all the crooks rob the place outside I´m so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right
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 Official nasty DMX We wreckin´ everything
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them