Dmx - Shut Em Down lyrics

Shut 'em down 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 n***as heart slowed up That k**a 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 k**as a k** me kid I'm goin' all out Lifes a b**h, f** it, got the gun bust it Game 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 d**h And I swore forgiveness when I did this There was not no witness but he should understand Cause even God got a sh** list Beat downs anonymous I spit like a shiny silver nanabus n***as fond of us We the kind that rush, those that hold back Takin' your whole stack Grimy street cats n***as bald head like Kojak Go gat for gat Coat that You could smoke that Or cut black dust Makin' your whole f**in' stove crack Betta know me 1-3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremony I'll tear you homey Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down, Shut 'em down Shun sees takin' your time Makin' your mind Got this n***a on the low Defecatin' with rhymes Breakin' your spine Got you movin' from the flurry, time to worry I'm a bury the bullsh** I'm a bury the bullsh** I'm a bury the bullsh** Feel my full clip Shut 'em down Hey yo I bet you this motherf**in' double barrel will blast his face Be on the look out for a basket case n***as pumped you up to watch you get beat Had you thinkin' sh**s sweet Now you up sh**'s creek Cause your sh**s weak How mich is your life worth to someone important Cause I be extortin' Kidnap for ransom is some sh** you don't want to get caught in From back in the days of Gordon n***as 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 sh** go boom To your own doom, from the graveyards Till there's no room f** you know about a pine box Money goin' out with nine Glocks On top of that same n***a when they pull with they nine shots Feel like k**in' 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 sh** You a little kid That run for faces More n***as get k**ed like that 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 sh** dumb quick gun click Lyin' in the vine Pursed the line on your dick In the morgue admit it dogs I'm the Rottweiler my Glock holler f** c**aine k**er 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 take your life, betta have my doe right f** my life, I don't need no mic! The new album Bring it Motherf**in' May Shut 'em down