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Shut 'em Down Remix
Onyx (Feat. Big Pun & Noreaga)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
What? (What, what?)
What's this shit look like? (What's the problem?)
Southside Queens shit (Know what I mean? Official Naz, word up)
Lefrak City, Iraq, Queens shit (Know what
We do right now? This is ours right here)
South Bronx shit, huh? (For real, you know what I
Mean? When you see black cops, that's us, word up)
Shit, man (Ayy, anything else?)
Lock that shit the fuck down (We out the streets
Son, we shuttin' this down right here)
Shuttin' it down (Word up)
Yo (Yo, Big Pun, Noreaga, what the deal? Official Naz in here)
This is it now, you get shut down
Official Naz got the whole game locked down (Word, word)
Noreaga, Big Pun holdin' it down
This is it now, you get shut down
Yo, ayo, I smoke weed from house and by, Phillies from Stop 1
Niggas better stop, dunn, or catch a hot one
I'm like the top gun, mohawk shit, rock my hat back
As long as you fuck with Onyx, then you safe in Iraq
I light the dub up, all of my niggas, we tear the club up
From Iraq to Baltimore, we do a song
Keep the shit fuckin' ghetto like a hood seesaw
So what, what? Fuck the cake, what's the recall for?
Yo, every other week, you got a brand new law
Yo, them crackers not knowin' what to do with they time
That's why they really wanna focus on Iraq crime
So what, what? Fuck you, nigga, yo, we take your shine, what?
Shut 'em down, second wave, Desert BX style
We rep wild, oppose, be your mom's dead child
Fucked up, like blowin' fed trial
It's set now, get blown down, you sped, blaow, exiled
My cartel drop shells, burn a hundred L's
You frail, we raise hell, you niggas get blazed well
You get closed now, hosed down
Verbal semi-matic cat with a Henny habit
I'll murk any static like a madman
Goin' postal, postal, touch mics, roast you
Fuck it, son, I'll ghost you
Word up, I'm not a killer, I just bust a lot
Run in the spot with the rusty Glock, then I bust a shot
It's not a game, dun, we in it for life
Shit is hot, son, send 'em to Christ, surrender your ice
Criminal life is dangerous, ill, trained to kill
Aim the stainless steel, your brains'll spill
Game is real, you playin' with death
Got grimy niggas that'll label you wess and lay you to rest
South suicide, wake the dead, hate to spread
Spray three eights and let it erase your head
Jailbound, eternally hellbound
Twenty-two shots of shell round, rock your head in the ground
This is it now, you get shut down
Official Naz got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, Big Pun holdin' it down
This is it now, you get shut down
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Yo, I'm the livest nigga alive, watch me show you
I'll blow your head off your shoulders, your own mother won't know you
My squad is supernatural, don't make me blast you with a Ruger capsule
My crew'll catch you and trap you inside of Koopa's Castle
I'll turn a Seuss to statue like Medusa's lookin' at you
Reduce the future raps and subtract you like do some math do
I'm always movin' past you, even when I use the bathroom
Wipin' my ass, I would paint this shit out the Book of Matthew
I'm lookin' at you with my third optical vision
I hopped out of prison and found me a hot little tropical woman
Now I'm locked in position, ready to rock with conviction
Chewbacca's descendant, hittin' you with cosmical weapons
You might as well listen 'cause you out of suggestions
Out of submission, if you can't send the heat, get out of the kitchen
Peace to Onyx, I miss them for they knowledge and wisdom
Pay homage and listen to hip-hop newest and most violent edition
Yeah, Sticky Fingaz, I'm still alive
That mean the greatest rapper of all time ain't never died
I'm underground, too hard for the radio
MTV won't even play my video
They scared to death, motherfuckers tryna ban me
I'm the one that told Ol' Dirty to shut down the Grammy's
You think that they can get with me, Stick?
I burn all of y'all, I don't care, Puffy, do your remix
I'm crazy, runnin' up in Def Jam with a handgun
Fuck a royalty, I'm holdin' Russell for ransom
I'll make you sleep where the worms do
I couldn't care less if you ate shit, died, and turned blue
Niggas like us gon' bring the game back
There's so many wack rappers out here, I don't know who to aim at
I swear to God, ain't nobody touchin' me
Next time you see me, it's gon' be the last thing you ever see
This is it now, you get shut down
Official Naz got the whole game locked down
Noreaga, Big Pun holdin' it down
This is it now, you get shut down
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Shut 'em down, start the violence, we wildin', wildin'
Shut 'em down, start the violence, we wildin', wildin'
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