[Intro:]
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Straight up nigga
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Motherfuckin' South side nigga
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Brooklyn what!
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Word up
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yeah
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Shut 'em down!
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yeah
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Shut 'em Down
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Shut 'em Down
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yeah
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Onyx featuring DMX
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[Hook:]
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Shut 'em down
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Shut 'em down
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Shut 'em down [4x]
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[Verse 1:]
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Yo shut 'em down start the violence
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We wilin' wilin' sling back his body found
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Washed up on Coney Island
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When I rolled up, this niggas heart slowed up
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That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
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Thirty-two shots and ducked out
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So look out
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Left that cat for dead his body smoked out
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Cause when I fall y'all killas a kill me kid
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I'm goin' all out
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Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it
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Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
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Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
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Have you layin' with a dead rest
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Shoulda known when you was lookin' in the eyes a death
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And I swore forgiveness when I did this
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there was not no witness but he should understand
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Cause even God got a shit list
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[Verse 2:]
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Beat downs anonymous
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I spit like a shiny silver nanabus(?)
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Niggas fond of us
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We the kind that rush, those that hold back
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Takin' your whole stack
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Grimy street cats
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Niggas bald head like Kojak
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Go gat for gat
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Coat that
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You could smoke that
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Or cut black dust
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Makin' your whole fuckin' stove crack
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Betta know me
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1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremony
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I'l tear you homey
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Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down
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Shun sees takin' your time
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Makin' your mind
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Got this nigga on the low
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defecatin' with rhymes
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Breakin' your spine
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Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry
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I'ma bury the bullshit
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I'ma bury the bullshit
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I'ma bury the bullshit
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Feel my full clip
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: DMX]
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Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin' double barrel will blast his face
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Be on the look out for a basket case
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Niggas pumped you up to watch you get beat
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Had you thinkin' shits sweet
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Now you up shit's creek
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Cause your shits weak
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How mich is your life worth to someone important
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Cause I be extortin'
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Kidnap for ransom is some shit you don't want to get caught in
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From back in the days of Gordon
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Niggas was gettin' robbed
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The guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job
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with his own little mob
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Was it worth goin back to the Earth so soon
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Worth makin' my shit go boom
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To your own doom, from the graveyards
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Till there's no room
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Fuck you know about a pine box
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Money goin' out with nine Glocks
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On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
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Feel like killin' for your crew
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I ain't gon' rest
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It gonna take a whole lot to put up your best
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Then watch your loins spill out your vest
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You best get on some act your age shit
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you a little kid
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That run for faces
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More niggas get killed like that
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[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
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Mad man Sticky F-I-N-G-A-Z
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The crazy cajun blazin' bullets for days and days
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grazin' amazin' I'm the glazin' ason purple hazin'
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Hard to be pahsin' Lord with all this hell I'm raisin'
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God of the Underground, I'm gunnin' 'em down with a thunder pound
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We gonna shut 'em down
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We turn we gonna shut 'em down
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We turn we gonna shut 'em down
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We turn shit dumb quick gun click
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lyin' in the vine
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persed the line on your dick
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In the morgue admit it dogs
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I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holler
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Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
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So all you real willies throw your Roleys in the sky
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And all the crooks rob the place outside
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I'm so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right
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Fuck my life, I don't need no mic!
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The new album
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Bring it
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Motherfuckin' May
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[Hook 2x]
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That's that shit
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Bring me on point
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About to shut down the whole industry
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Official nasty
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DMX
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We wreckin' everything
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So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
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Pussy
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Shut Em Down
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DMX |