Shut Em Down

[Intro:]
Straight up nigga
Motherfucking 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 wiling wiling 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 going 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 laying with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you was looking 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
Taking 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
Making your whole fucking 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 taking your time
Making your mind
Got this nigga on the low
defecating with rhymes
Breaking your spine
Got you moving 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 muthafucking 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 thinking shits sweet
Now you up shit's creek
Cause your shits weak
How mich is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be extorting
Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in
From back in the days of Gordon
Niggas was getting 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 making my shit go boom
To your own doom, from the graveyards
Till there's no room
Fuck you know about a pine box
Money going out with nine Glocks
On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
Feel like killing 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 blazing bullets for days and days
grazing amazing I'm the glazing ason purple hazing
Hard to be pahsing Lord with all this hell I'm raising
God of the Underground, I'm gunning '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
lying 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
Motherfucking May

[Hook 2x]

That's that shit

Bring me on point
About to shut down the whole industry
Official nasty
DMX
We wrecking everything

So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
Pussy