DMX - Shut Em Down текст песни

[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 yall killas a kill me kid

Im 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

Dont 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

Il 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

Ima bury the bullshit

Ima bury the bullshit

Ima 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 shits 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 dont 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 theres 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 aint 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 Im the glazin ason purple hazin

Hard to be pahsin lord with all this hell Im raisin

God of the underground, Im 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

Im 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

Im so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right

Fuck my life, I dont need no mic!

The new album

Bring it

Motherfuckin may

[hook 2x]

Thats 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

Pussy