Shut 'Em Down

作词 : DMX/Tyrone Taylor/Sticky Fingaz/Fred Scruggs

作曲 : DMX/Tyrone Taylor/Sticky Fingaz/Fred Scruggs

Shut 'Em Down （闭）（））-Onyx /DMX

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 b***h **** it got the gun bust it

Game 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

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 ****in'stove crack

Betta know me

1-3one and only could be never phoney in any ceremony

I'll tear you homey

Shun sees takin'your time

Makin'your mind

Got this nigga on the lo

Defecatin'with rhymes

Breakin'your spine

Got you movin'from the flurry time to worry

I'm a bury the bullshit Feel my full cli

Shut 'em down

Shut 'em down

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Shut 'em down

Hey yo I bet you this mother****in'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

**** you know about a pine box

Money goin'out with nine Glocks

On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shot

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

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 shit dumb quick gun click

Lyin'in the vine

Pursed the line on your d**k

In the morgue admit it dogs

I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holler

**** c*****e killer I sniff gun powde

So all you real willies throw your Roleys in the sky

And all the crooks rob the place outside

I'm so hihg I take your life betta have my doe right

**** my life I don't need no mic

Bring it

Shut 'em down