Sticky Fingaz - Shut 'Em Down lyrics

Straight up n***a Motherf**in Southside n***a (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 [Fredro Starr] 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 n***a heart slowed up, that "k**a" 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 k**as got k** me kid I'm goin all out Life's a b**h, f** 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 d**h Asked the Lord for forgiveness When I did this, there was not no witness But he should understand -- cause even God got a sh** list [Sonsee] Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust n***as fine to bust, we the kind that rush Those that, hold back, taking your whole stack Grimy street cats, n***as baldhead, like Kojak Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke that Uncut black dust, making your whole, f**ing 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 n***a on the low defecatin with rhymes Breakin your spine, got you movin from the flurry time to worry I'mma bury the bullsh**, feel my full clip! Chorus [DMX] Uhh.. uhh, uhh Aiyyo I bet you this motherf**in double barrel'll blast his face Be on the lookout - for a basketcase n***as pumped you up to watch you get beat Had you thinkin sh** is sweet Now you up sh**'s creek, cause your sh**'s weak How much is your life worth to someone important, cause I be extortin Kidnappin for ransom is some sh** that you don't want to get caught in From back in the days of Gordon, n***as 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** go boom, ?? your own doom? Fill them graveyards, til there's no room? f** you know about a pine box? Money goin out with nine Glocks On top between that same n***a, when they pull out spray nine shots Feel like k**in 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 sh** You a little kid, that run for faces More n***as get k**ed 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 phasin' 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 sh** dumb quick when the gun click Lyin in ya rhymes is worse then lyin on your dick In the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holla f** c**aine k**a 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 fu*k FIVE MICS, I DON'T NEED NO MIC!!!!! {*trashes the sh**, rips off his mic, speaker feedback ensures*} WHAT?!?!?! BRING IT!!!! SHUT 'EM DOWN! Chorus 2X [Sticky Fingaz] WHAT?? BRING IT! OFFICIAL NAST' SHUT 'EM DOWN! Word up boy, bout to shut down the whole industry Official Nast', DMX, we wreckin ERY'THING! So shut up! Or you get SHUT DOWN! LIKE THE REST OF THEM! p**y!