[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 [x4]      [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 x2]      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