Текст песни Dmx - Shut Em Down
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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 nasty
DMX
We wreckin` everything
So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
Pussy