Shut Em Down Letra

[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