Onyx

Onyx - Shut 'em Down Album 'shut 'em Down' lyrics

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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
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