[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 nasty
  DMX
  We wreckin' everything
    So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
  Pussy