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 y'all killas a kill me kid
 I'm 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
 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

 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
 I'l 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


 I'ma bury the bullshit
 I'ma bury the bullshit
 I'ma 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 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
 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 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


 Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz

 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 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
 I'm 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
 I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right
 Fuck my life, I don't need no mic!

 The new album
 Bring it
 Motherfuckin' May

 Hook 2x

 That's that shit

 Bring me on point
 About to shut down the whole industry
 Official nast
 DMX
 We wreckin' everything

 So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
 Pussy