| Straight up nigga
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| Motherfuckin south side nigga
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| Brooklyn what!
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| Word up Yeah
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| Shut em down!
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| Yeah
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| Shut em down
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| Shut em down
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| Yeah
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| Onyx featuring dmx
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| Shut em down
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| Shut em down
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| Shut em down
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| Yo shut em down start the violence
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| We wilin wilin sling back his body found
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| Washed up on coney island
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| When I rolled up, this niggas heart slowed up That killa froze up, when I pulled up jumped out with the pump-pump
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| Thirty-two shots and ducked out
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| So look out
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| Left that cat for dead his body smoked out
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| Cause when I fall yall killas a kill me kid
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| Im goin all out
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| Lifes a bitch, fuck it, got the gun bust it Gmae play, gotta play by the rules or your own cannot be trusted
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| Dont try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
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| Have you layin with a dead rest
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| Shoulda known when you was lookin in the eyes a death
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| And I swore forgiveness when I did this
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| There was not no witness but he should understand
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| Cause even God got a shit list
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| Beat downs anonymous
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| I spit like a shiny silver nanabus (?)
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| Niggas fond of us We the kind that rush, those that hold back
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| Takin your whole stack
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| Grimy street cats
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| Niggas bald head like kojak
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| Go gat for gat
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| Coat that
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| You could smoke that
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| Or cut black dust
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| Makin your whole fuckin stove crack
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| Betta know me 1−3, one and only could be never phoney in any ceremony
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| Il tear you homey
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| Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
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| Shun sees takin your time
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| Makin your mind
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| Got this nigga on the low
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| Defecatin with rhymes
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| Breakin your spine
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| Got you movin from the flurry, time to worry
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| Ima bury the bullshit
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| Ima bury the bullshit
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| Ima bury the bullshit
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| Feel my full clip
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| Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin double barrel will blast his face
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| Be on the look out for a basket case
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| Niggas pumped you up to watch you get beat
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| Had you thinkin shits sweet
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| Now you up shits creek
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| Cause your shits weak
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| How mich is your life worth to someone important
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| Cause I be extortin
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| Kidnap for ransom is some shit you dont want to get caught in From back in the days of gordon
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| Niggas was gettin robbed
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| The guy from rikers height stayed on his job
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| With his own little mob
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| Was it worth goin back to the earth so soon
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| Worth makin my shit go boom
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| To your own doom, from the graveyards
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| Till theres no room
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| Fuck you know about a pine box
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| Money goin out with nine glocks
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| On top of that same nigga when they pull with they nine shots
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| Feel like killin for your crew
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| I aint gon rest
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| It gonna take a whole lot to put up your best
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| Then watch your loins spill out your vest
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| You best get on some act your age shit
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| You a little kid
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| That run for faces
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| More niggas get killed like that
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| Mad man sticky f-i-n-g-a-z
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| The crazy cajun blazin bullets for days and days
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| Grazin amazin Im the glazin ason purple hazin
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| Hard to be pahsin lord with all this hell Im raisin
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| God of the underground, Im gunnin em down with a thunder pound
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| We gonna shut em down
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| We turn we gonna shut em down
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| We turn we gonna shut em down
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| We turn shit dumb quick gun click
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| Lyin in the vine
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| Persed the line on your dick
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| In the morgue admit it dogs
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| Im the rottweiler my glock holler
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| Fuck cocaine killer I sniff gun powder
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| So all you real willies throw your roleys in the sky
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| And all the crooks rob the place outside
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| Im so hype, I tkae your life, betta have my doe right
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| Fuck my life, I dont need no mic!
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| The new album
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| Bring it Motherfuckin may
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| Thats that shit
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| Bring me on point
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| About to shut down the whole industry
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| Official nasty
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| Dmx
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| We wreckin everything
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| So shut up, or you get shut down like the rest of them
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| Pussy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shut Em Down , by - Blackburner. Song from the album Dog Eats Rabbit (Blackburner Vs. DMX), in the genre Электроника