Shut 'Em Down (Re-Recorded) - Onyx & DMX: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Shut 'Em Down (Re-Recorded)

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Shut 'Em Down (Re-Recorded) was released on January 2, 2024 by Cleopatra Records as a part of the album Shut 'Em Down (Re-Recorded) - Single

Song Details

AlbumShut 'Em Down (Re-Recorded) - Single

Release DateJanuary 2, 2024

LabelCleopatra Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Onyx

Performer

Earl Simmons

Rap

Fred Scruggs

Rap

Kirk Jones

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Rios

Christopher Rios

Songwriter

Earl Simmons

Songwriter

Edward Hinson

Songwriter

Fred Scruggs

Songwriter

Kirk Jones

Songwriter

Tyrone Taylor

Songwriter

Victor Santiago

Victor Santiago

Songwriter

Lyrics

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

Yo, aiyyo I smoke weed from housin pa, phillies is hot one

**** betta stop dunn, or catch a hot one

I'm like the top gun, mohawk shit

Rock my hat back, as long you don't fuck with onyx

Then you safe in iraq, I like to dubba

All of my ****, we tear the cover up

From iraq to bal-ti-more

We do a song keep the shit fuckin ghetto like a hood see-saw

So what what, fuckin dick, what's the recall for?

Yo, every other week you got a brand new law

Yo them crackheads not, knowin what to do wit they time

That's why they really wanna focus on iraq crime

So what what, fuck you **** yo we takin shine

Shut 'em down second wave desert bx style

We rep wow

Up hoes be ya mom's dead child

Fucked up

Like blowin fed trial

Its set now

Get blown down

You sped

Blow,

Exile

My cartel drop shells

Burn a 100 l's

You frail

We raise hell

You **** get blazed well

You get closed now

Hosed down

Verbal semi mad a cap

With a henny habit

Amurk any static

Like a madman,

Goin postal, postal

Touch mics

Froze you fuck it

Son I gosu

Word up,

Im not a killa I just bust a lot

Run in the spot,

With a rusted glock

Then I bust a shot

Its not a game

Don't be in it for life

Shit is hot son

Send em to christ

Surrender ya ice

Criminal life is dangerous ill

Trained to kill in the stainless steel

You're brain spilled

The game is real

You playin wit death

Got grimy **** that'll label you west

And lay you to rest

South suicide wake the dead

Hate is spread

Spread three eights and let it raise ya head

Jail bound eternally hell bound

22 shots of shell round rock ya head in the ground

NSo what what

This is it now,

You get shut down

Official nas got the whole game locked down

Noreaga, big pun holdin' it~ down,

This is it now,

You get shut down

Yo I'm the livest **** alive, watch me show you

I'll blow your head of your shoulders your own mother won't know you

My squad is supernatural

Don't make me blast you with a rubic capsule

My crew will capture you and trap you inside of koopa's castle

I turn ya soon to statue like medusa's lookin at you

Produce the future raps

Or subtract you like dudes in math do

I'm always moving past you even when I use the bathroom

Wipe my asshole with pages straight out the book of matthew

Im lookin at you with my third optical vision

I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical woman

Now I'm locked in position ready to rock with convictio

Chewbaca's descendants blasting you with cosmical weapons

You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions

Tied up submission of you can't stand 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's newest and most volatle addition

breaks in

Now 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 motha fuckas tryin to ban me

I'm the one who told ol' dirty to shut down the grammys

You think they thinkin kid well me stick

I burn all o' ya

I don't care if puffy do ya remix!

I'm crazy, runnin up in def jam with a handgun

Fuck a royalty I'm a hold russell for ransom

I'll make you sleep where the worms do

I couldn't care less if you ate shit and died and turned blue

**** like us gonna bring the game back

There's so many wack rappers out here I don't know where to aim at

I swear to God ain't nobody touchin me

Next time you see me gonna be the last thing you ever see

Word up

This is it now,

You get shut down

Official nas got the whole game locked down

Noreaga, big pun holdin' it down

This is it no

You get shut down

This is it now,

You get shut down

Official nas got the whole game locked down

Noreaga, big pun holdin' it down

This is it now,

You get shut down

Written by: Christopher Rios, Earl Simmons, Edward Hinson, Fred Scruggs, Kirk Jones, Tyrone Taylor, Victor Santiago

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