ONYX - Shut 'Em Down (Feat. DMX)

Straight up nigga Motherfuckin Southside nigga (word up) [SF] Brooklyn what! We gonna do it just like this man Straight to your whole area (word up word up) YEAH, YEAH You know what we fin' to do Shut 'em down, shut 'em down YEAH, 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, yo Shut 'em down start the violence we whylin whylin Slain rapper's body found washed up, on Coney Island When I rolled up, this nigga heart slowed up, that killa froze up When I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump 32 shots and ducked out Then I broke out, left that cat for dead his body smoked out Cause when I fall out, y'all killas got kill me kid I'm goin all out Life's a bitch, fuck it! Got a gun, bust it! The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest Have you layin where the dead rest Shoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes of Death Asked the Lord for forgiveness When I did this, there was not no witness But he should understand -- cause even God got a shit list [Sonsee] Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust Niggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rush Those that, hold back, taking your whole stack Grimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like Kojak Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke that Uncut black dust, making your whole, fucking skull crack Better know me, one-three, one and only Could be never phony in any ceremony, I'll tear you homey (Shut 'em down!) Sonsee's taking your time, making your mind Baddest nigga on the low defecatin with rhymes Breakin your spine, got you movin from the flurry time to worry I'ma bury the bullshit, feel my full clip! Chorus [DMX] Uhh.. uhh, uhh Aiyyo I bet you this motherfuckin double barrel'll blast his face Be on the lookout - for a basketcase Niggaz pumped you up to watch you get beat Had you thinkin shit is sweet Now you up shit's creek, cause your shit's weak How much is your life worth to someone important, cause I be extortin Kidnappin for ransom is some shit that you don't want to get caught in From back in the days of Gordon, niggaz 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, ?? your own doom? Fill them graveyards, til there's no room? Fuck you know about a pine box? Money goin out with nine glocks On top between that same nigga, when they pull out spray nine shots Feel like killin for your crew? I ain't gon' rest It don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest You best get on some, act your age shit You a little kid, that run for faces More niggas get killed like that than a little bit [Sticky Fingaz] Ayy man Sticky F-I-N-G-A-Z the crazy cajun blazin bullets for days and days and grazin amazin I'm the guy that's lacin Purple Hazin, hard to be pahsin LORD all this hell that 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 when the gun click Lyin incubine pursed and lyin on your dick In the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my glock holla Fuck cocaine killa I sniff gunpowder So all you real Willies throw your Roley's in the sky Now all my crooks, rob them players outside! I'm so hype, I'll take yo' life, better have my dough right And FUCK FIVE MICS, I DON'T NEED NO MIC!!!!! {*trashes the shit, speaker feedback ensures*} WHAT?&#