Текст, перевод и аккорды “Shut 'Em Down”
- [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 yall killas a kill me kid Im 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 Dont 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 Il 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 Ima bury the bullshit Ima bury the bullshit Ima 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 shits 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 dont 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 theres 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 aint 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 Im the glazin ason purple hazin Hard to be pahsin lord with all this hell Im raisin God of the underground, Im 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 Im 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 Im so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right Fuck my life, I dont need no mic! The new album Bring it Motherfuckin may [hook 2x] Thats 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
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