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' to do Shut 'em down, shut 'em down YEAH, yo.. word up, yo [SF] It's time to take over the world! [Chorus: x4] Shut 'em down - shut 'em down, shut 'em down [Onyx 1] 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 nigga heart slowed up, that killa 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 killas got kill me kid I'm goin all out Life's a bitch, fuck 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 Death Asked the Lord for forgiveness When I did this, there was not no witness But he should understand -- cause even God got a shit list [Sonsee] Yo it's beatdowns anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust Niggaz fine to bust, we the kind that rush Those that, hold back, taking your whole stack Grimy street cats, niggaz baldhead, like Kojak Go gat for gat, quote that, in fact, you can smoke that Uncut black dust, making your whole, fucking 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 nigga on the low defecatin with rhymes Breakin your spine, got you movin from the flurry time to worry I'ma bury the bullshit, feel my full clip! [Chorus] [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 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 incubine pursed and lyin on your dick In the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my glock holla Fuck cocaine killa 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 FUCK FIVE MICS, I DON'T NEED NO MIC!!!!! [trashes the shit, speaker feedback ensures] WHAT?!?!?! BRING IT!!!! SHUT 'EM DOWN! [Chorus x2] [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! Pussy!