Shut 'Em Down歌词
作词 : DMX/Fred Scruggs/Sticky Fingaz/Tyrone Taylor
作曲 : DMX/Fred Scruggs/Sticky Fingaz/Tyrone Taylor
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**ch f**k 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 sh*t 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 f**kin'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 ni**a on the low
Defecatin'with rhymes
Breakin'your spine
Got you movin'from the flurry time to worry
I'm a bury the b******t Feel my full clip
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down
Hey yo I bet you this motherf**kin'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 sh*t's creek
Cause your shits weak
How mich is your life worth to someone important
Cause I be extortin'
Kidnap for ransom is some sh*t 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 sh*t go boom
To your own doom from the graveyards
Till there's no room
F**k you know about a pine box
Money goin'out with nine Glocks
On top of that same ni**a 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 sh*t
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 sh*t dumb quick gun click
Lyin'in the vine
Pursed the line on your dick
In the morgue admit it dogs
I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holler
F**k coc*ine 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 hihg I take your life betta have my doe right
F**k my life I don't need no mic
Bring it
Shut 'em down