Shut 'Em Down [Re-Recorded]

Word up, boy
Straight up, nigga
Takin' over the fuckin' industry (word up)
(Onyx)

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
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down

Shut 'em down start the violence, we wildin' wildin'
Slain rapper's body found, washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up this niggas heart slowed up, that killa froze up
Then I pulled up, jumped out with the pump-pump
Thirty-two shots and ducked out, then I broke out
Left that cat for dead, his body smoked out
So fall out
Y'all killas gotta kill me, kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
Gameplay, he got paper to lose, 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
Ask the Lord forgiveness, when I did this
There was not no witness, he should understand (uh)
'Cause even God got a shit list (uh, uh)

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, 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
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down

Ayo, I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel'll blast his face
Be on the look out for a basket case (what?)
Niggas pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shit's sweet, now you up shit's creek
'Cause your shit's weak (c'mon)
How much is your life worth to someone important? (Uh)
'Cause I be extortin'
Kidnappin' for ransom is some shit that you don't want to get caught in (what?)
From back in the days of Gorton, niggas was gettin' robbed
The guy from Yonkers High 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?
Until your own doom, fill them graveyards 'til there's no room (c'mon)
Fuck you know about a pine box?
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
Autopsy on that same nigga when they pull out twenty-nine shots
'Til I hit up your whole crew, I ain't gon' rest (uh)
It don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest (uh)
You best get on, some act your age shit, you a little kid
That run for faces
More niggas get killed like that than a little bit (c'mon)

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 pahsin', 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 shit dumb quick when the gun click
Lyin' in ya rhymes worse than lyin' on your dick
In the morgue admit it dawgs, I'm the Rottweiler, my Glock holler
Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
So all you real willies throw your Rollies in the sky
And all my crooks rob them playas outside
I'm so hype, I'll take your life, betta have my dough right
And fuck five mics, I don't need no mic
What?
Bring it, a hunnid MAC

Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (yeah)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (what? What?)
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 (what? What?)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (what? Bring it)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (what? What? What?)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down

(We shuttin' everybody the fuck down)
(Straight up)
(Onyx, O-N-Y-X)
(You know the fuckin' name)
(We shuttin' this shit the fuck down)
(We ain't goin' nowhere)
(Word to my mother)