Onyx Lyrics

Album: Shut 'Em Down

Rob and Vic Lyrics

featuring DMX 

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 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 2x 

That's that shit 

Bring me on point 

About to shut down the whole industry 

Official nast 

DMX 

We wreckin' everything 

So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them 

Pussy