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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Onyx
Onyx
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
DMX
DMX
Komponist:in
Tyrone Taylor
Tyrone Taylor
Komponist:in
Fred Scruggs
Fred Scruggs
Komponist:in
Sticky Fingaz
Sticky Fingaz
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Randy Acker
Randy Acker
Mischtechniker:in
Carl Nappa
Carl Nappa
Produzent:in
Mary Flowers
Mary Flowers
Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Straight up, ****
Motherfuckin' South Side, ****
Word up
Brooklyn, what
We gon' do it just like this, man
Straight to your whole area
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah (Word up, word up)
You know what we tryna do
(Shut 'em down, shut 'em down)
Yeah, yo
It's time to take over the world
[Verse 3]
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Yeah)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (What)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
(Official Nasty tellin', yeah)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 4]
Shut 'em down, start the violence, we wylin', wylin'
Slain rapper's body found washed up on Coney Island
When I rolled up, this **** heart slowed up
That killer 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 killers gotta kill me, kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
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
Ask the Lord for forgiveness
When I did this, there was not no witness
But He should understand 'cause even God got a shit list
[Verse 5]
Yo, it's beatdown anonymous, I spits like a shiny silver nine'll bust
**** fine to bust, we the kind that rush
Those that hold back, takin' your whole stack
Grimy street cats, **** 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, homie (Shut 'em down)
Sonsee's takin' your time, makin' your mind
Baddest **** 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
[Verse 6]
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Uh)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (What)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Uh)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Uh, uh)
[Verse 7]
Ay-yo, I bet you this motherfuckin' double barrel will blast this face
Be on the lookout for a basket case (What)
**** pumped you up to watch you get beat
Had you thinkin' shit's sweet
Now you up shit's creek 'cause your shit's weak
How much is your life worth to someone important 'cause I be extortin'
Kidnappin' for ransom is some shit that you don't wanna get caught in
From back in the days of Gordon, **** was gettin' robbed
The guy from Rikers Height stayed on his job with his own little mob
Was it worth goin' back to earth so soon?
Worth makin' my shit go boom
Until your own doom, fill them graveyards till there's no room?
Fuck you know about a pine box?
Money goin' out with nine Glocks
On top between that same ****
When they pull out spray nine shots
Feel like killin' for your crew?
I ain't gon' rest, it don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest
You best get on some, act your age, shit, you a little kid
That run for faces, more **** get killed like that than a lil' bitch
[Verse 8]
Ay, 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 phasin'
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)
He turn shit dumb quick when the gun click
Lyin' in your rhymes is worse than lyin' on your dick in the moruge
If men are dogs, I'm the Rottweiler, my Glock, holler
Fuck cocaine killer, I sniff gunpowder
So all you real Willies throw your Rollies in the sky
Now all my crooks, rob them players outside
I'm so hype, I'll take your life, better have my dough right
And fuck five mics, I don't need no mic
What, bring it
Shut 'em down
[Verse 9]
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Yeah)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (What, what)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
[Verse 10]
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (What, what)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (Bring it)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down (What, what, what)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down, shut 'em down
(Official Nasty, shut 'em down)
[Verse 11]
Word up, boy
'Bout to shut down the whole industry
Official Nasty, DMX
We wreckin' e'rything
So shut up
Or you get shut down
Like the rest of them, pussy
Written by: DMX, Fred Scruggs, Sticky Fingaz, Tyrone Taylor
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