Lirik Lagu Shut 'Em Down - Onyx F/ DMX
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Straight up niggaMotherfuckin Southside nigga (word up)[SF] Brooklyn what!We gonna do it just like this manStraight to your whole area (word up word up)YEAH, YEAHYou know what we fin' to doShut 'em down, shut 'em downYEAH, yo.. word up, yo[SF] It's time to take over the world!
Chorus: repeat 4X
Shut 'em down - shut 'em down, shut 'em down
[Onyx - 1]Official Nast', I'm tired of these.. yo, yo, yoShut 'em down start the violence we whylin whylinSlain rapper's body found washed up, on Coney IslandWhen I rolled up, this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze upWhen I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked outThen I broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked outCause when I fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid I'm goin all outLife's a bitch, fuck it!Got a gun, bust it!The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trustedDon't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vestHave you layin where the dead restShoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes of DeathAsked the Lord for forgivenessWhen I did this, there was not no witnessBut he should understand -- cause even God got a shit list
[Sonsee]Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bustNiggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rushThose that, hold back, taking your whole stackGrimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like KojakGo gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke thatUncut black dust, making your whole, fucking skull crackBetter know me, one-three, one and onlyCould be never phony in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey(Shut 'em down!)Sonsee's taking your time, making your mindBaddest nigga on the low defecatin with rhymesBreakin your spine, got you movin from the flurry time to worryI'ma bury the bullshit, feel my full clip!
Chorus
[DMX]Uhh.. uhh, uhhAiyyo I bet you this motherfuckin double barrel'll blast his faceBe on the lookout - for a basketcaseNiggaz pumped you up to watch you get beatHad you thinkin shit is sweetNow you up shit's creek, cause your shit's weakHow much is your life worth to someone important, cause I be extortinKidnappin for ransom is some shit that you don't want to get caught inFrom back in the days of Gordon, niggaz was gettin robbedThe guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job, with his own little mobWas it worth goin back to the Earth so soon?Worth makin my shit go boom, ?? your own doom?Fill them graveyards, til there's no room?Fuck you know about a pine box?Money goin out with nine glocksOn top between that same nigga, when they pull out spray nine shotsFeel like killin for your crew?I ain't gon' restIt don't take a whole lot to fill up your vestthen watch your lungs as they spill out your chestYou best get on some, act your age shitYou a little kid, that run for facesMore niggas get killed like that than a little bit
[Sticky Fingaz]Ayy man StickyF-I-N-G-A-Z the crazy cajun blazin bullets for days and daysand grazin amazin I'm the guy that's lacinPurple Hazin, hard to be pahsin LORD all this hell that I'm raisinGod of the Underground, I'm gunnin em down with a thunder poundWe gonna (SHUT 'EM DOWN!)We turn shit dumb quick when the gun clickLyin incubine pursed and lyin on your dickIn the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my glock hollaFuck cocaine killa I sniff gunpowderSo all you real Willies throw your Roley's in the skyNow all my crooks, rob them players outside!I'm so hype, I'll take yo' life, better have my dough rightAnd FUCK FIVE MICS, I DON'T NEED NO MIC!!!!!{*trashes the shit, speaker feedback ensures*}WHAT?!?!?!BRING IT!!!!SHUT 'EM DOWN!
Chorus 2X
[Sticky Fingaz]WHAT??BRING IT!OFFICIAL NAST' SHUT 'EM DOWN!Word up boy, bout to shut down the whole industryOfficial Nast', DMX, we wreckin ERY'THING!So shut up!Or you get SHUT DOWN!LIKE THE REST OF THEM!Pussy!
Chorus: repeat 4X
Shut 'em down - shut 'em down, shut 'em down
[Onyx - 1]Official Nast', I'm tired of these.. yo, yo, yoShut 'em down start the violence we whylin whylinSlain rapper's body found washed up, on Coney IslandWhen I rolled up, this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze upWhen I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked outThen I broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked outCause when I fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid I'm goin all outLife's a bitch, fuck it!Got a gun, bust it!The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trustedDon't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vestHave you layin where the dead restShoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes of DeathAsked the Lord for forgivenessWhen I did this, there was not no witnessBut he should understand -- cause even God got a shit list
[Sonsee]Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bustNiggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rushThose that, hold back, taking your whole stackGrimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like KojakGo gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke thatUncut black dust, making your whole, fucking skull crackBetter know me, one-three, one and onlyCould be never phony in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey(Shut 'em down!)Sonsee's taking your time, making your mindBaddest nigga on the low defecatin with rhymesBreakin your spine, got you movin from the flurry time to worryI'ma bury the bullshit, feel my full clip!
Chorus
[DMX]Uhh.. uhh, uhhAiyyo I bet you this motherfuckin double barrel'll blast his faceBe on the lookout - for a basketcaseNiggaz pumped you up to watch you get beatHad you thinkin shit is sweetNow you up shit's creek, cause your shit's weakHow much is your life worth to someone important, cause I be extortinKidnappin for ransom is some shit that you don't want to get caught inFrom back in the days of Gordon, niggaz was gettin robbedThe guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job, with his own little mobWas it worth goin back to the Earth so soon?Worth makin my shit go boom, ?? your own doom?Fill them graveyards, til there's no room?Fuck you know about a pine box?Money goin out with nine glocksOn top between that same nigga, when they pull out spray nine shotsFeel like killin for your crew?I ain't gon' restIt don't take a whole lot to fill up your vestthen watch your lungs as they spill out your chestYou best get on some, act your age shitYou a little kid, that run for facesMore niggas get killed like that than a little bit
[Sticky Fingaz]Ayy man StickyF-I-N-G-A-Z the crazy cajun blazin bullets for days and daysand grazin amazin I'm the guy that's lacinPurple Hazin, hard to be pahsin LORD all this hell that I'm raisinGod of the Underground, I'm gunnin em down with a thunder poundWe gonna (SHUT 'EM DOWN!)We turn shit dumb quick when the gun clickLyin incubine pursed and lyin on your dickIn the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my glock hollaFuck cocaine killa I sniff gunpowderSo all you real Willies throw your Roley's in the skyNow all my crooks, rob them players outside!I'm so hype, I'll take yo' life, better have my dough rightAnd FUCK FIVE MICS, I DON'T NEED NO MIC!!!!!{*trashes the shit, speaker feedback ensures*}WHAT?!?!?!BRING IT!!!!SHUT 'EM DOWN!
Chorus 2X
[Sticky Fingaz]WHAT??BRING IT!OFFICIAL NAST' SHUT 'EM DOWN!Word up boy, bout to shut down the whole industryOfficial Nast', DMX, we wreckin ERY'THING!So shut up!Or you get SHUT DOWN!LIKE THE REST OF THEM!Pussy!
