DMX - Shut Em Down Lyrics
[intro:]Straight up niggaMother*****in south side niggaBrooklyn what!Word upYeahShut em down!YeahShut em downShut em downYeahOnyx featuring dmx[hook:]Shut em downShut em downShut em down [4x][verse 1:]Yo shut em down start the violenceWe wilin wilin sling back his body foundWashed up on coney islandWhen I rolled up, this niggas heart slowed upThat killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pumpThirty-two shots and ducked outSo look outLeft that cat for dead his body smoked outCause when I fall yall killas a kill me kidIm goin all outLifes a *****, ***** it, got the gun bust itGmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trustedDont try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vestHave you layin with a dead restShoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes a deathAnd I swore forgiveness when I did thisThere was not no witness but he should understandCause even God got a shit list[verse 2:]Beat downs anonymousI spit like a shiny silver nanabus(? )Niggas fond of usWe the kind that rush, those that hold backTakin your whole stackGrimy street catsNiggas bald head like kojakGo gat for gatCoat thatYou could smoke thatOr cut black dustMakin your whole *****in stove crackBetta know me1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremonyIl tear you homeyShut em down, shut em down, shut em downShun sees takin your timeMakin your mindGot this nigga on the lowDefecatin with rhymesBreakin your spineGot you movin from the flurry, time to worryIma bury the bullshitIma bury the bullshitIma bury the bullshitFeel my full clip[hook][verse 3: dmx]Aiyyo I bet you this mutha*****in double barrel will blast his faceBe on the look out for a basket caseNiggas pumped you up to watch you get beatHad you thinkin shits sweetNow you up shits creekCause your shits weakHow mich is your life worth to someone importantCause I be extortinKidnap for ransom is some shit you dont want to get caught inFrom back in the days of gordonNiggas was gettin robbedThe guy from rikers height stayed on his jobWith his own little mobWas it worth goin back to the earth so soonWorth makin my shit go boomTo your own doom, from the graveyardsTill theres no room***** you know about a pine boxMoney goin out with nine glocksOn top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shotsFeel like killin for your crewI aint gon restIt gonna take a whole lot to put up your bestThen watch your loins spill out your vestYou best get on some act your age shitYou a little kidThat run for facesMore niggas get killed like that[verse 4: sticky fingaz]Mad man sticky f-i-n-g-a-zThe crazy cajun blazin bullets for days and daysGrazin amazin Im the glazin ason purple hazinHard to be pahsin lord with all this hell Im raisinGod of the underground, Im gunnin em down with a thunder poundWe gonna shut em downWe turn we gonna shut em downWe turn we gonna shut em downWe turn shit dumb quick gun clickLyin in the vinePersed the line on your dickIn the morgue admit it dogsIm the rottweiler my glock holler***** cocaine killer I sniff gun powderSo all you real willies throw your roleys in the skyAnd all the crooks rob the place outsideIm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right***** my life, I dont need no mic!The new albumBring itMother*****in may[hook 2x]Thats that shitBring me on pointAbout to shut down the whole industryOfficial nastyDmxWe wreckin everythingSo shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them*****
