Shut ’Em Down (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Noreaga & Fredro Starr] Yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah) Southside Queens shit (Afficial Nast, word up!) South Bronx shit, huh (Yo, Big Pun, Noreaga, what the deal?) (Afficial Nast in here, yo) [Chorus: Fredro Starr] This is it now, you get shut down Afficial Nast got the whole game locked down Noreaga, Big Pun, holdin' it down This is it now, you get shut down [Verse 1: Noreaga] Yo, aiyyo, I smoke weed from housing, buy Phillies, it's hot, what Niggas betta stop, dunn, or catch a hot one I'm like the Top Gun, Mohawk shit, rock my hat back As long you fuck with Onyx, then you safe in Iraq I light a dub up, all of my niggas, we tear the club up From Iraq to Bal-T-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 crackers not knowing what to do wit' they time That's why they really wanna focus on Iraq crime So what-what? Fuck you, nigga, yo, we taking shine, yeah [Verse 2: Sonsee] Shut 'em down, second wave desert BX style We rep wild – oppose, be ya mom's dead child Fucked up, like blowing Fed trial, it's set now Get blown down, you sped *blaow!* — exile My cartel drop shells, burn a 100 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 murk any static Like a madman going Postal-Postal Touch mics, froze you Fuck it! Son, I'll ghost you [Verse 3: Fredro Starr] Word up, I'm not a killa, I just bust a lot Run in the spot with the rusted Glock, then I bust a shot It's not a game, dunn, we in it for life Shit is hot, son, send 'em to Christ, surrender ya ice Criminal life is dangerous ill, trained to kill Aim the stainless steel, your brains is spilled The game is real, you playing wit' death Got grimey niggas that'll label you West and lay you to rest South Suicide wake the dead, hate will spread Spray three eights of lead, erase ya head Jail bound, eternally Hell bound 22 shots of shell round, rock ya head in the ground [Chorus: Fredro Starr & Noreaga] (So what-what?) This is it now, you get shut down Afficial Nast got the whole game locked down (So what-what?) Noreaga, Big Pun, holdin' it down This is it now, you get shut down (Shut down... shut down... shut down...) [Verse 4: Big Pun] 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 will catch you and trap you inside of Koopa's Castle I turn ya to Zeus' statue, like Medusa's looking 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 Wipin' my asshole with pages straight out the Book of Matthew I'm looking at you with my third optical vision I hop out of prison and find me a hot little tropical women Now I'm locked in position, ready to rock with conviction Chewbacca's descendant, hitting you with cosmical weapons You might as well listen, 'cause you out of suggestions Out of submission, if you can't stand the heat – get out of the kitchen Peace to Onyx, I miss 'em for they knowledge and wisdom Pay homage and listen to Hip-Hop's newest and most violent addition [Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz] 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 tryin' to ban me I'm the one who told Ol' Dirty to shut down the Grammy's (Shut 'em down!) Who think that they can get with me, Stick? I burn all a'ya'll I don't care if Puffy do your remix (What!) 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 where to aim at I swear to God ain't nobody touching me! (Nobody!) Next time you see me, it's gonna be the last thing you ever see! (What!) [Chorus: Fredro Starr & Noreaga] Word up, this is it now, you get shut down Afficial Nast got the whole game locked down (So what-what?) Noreaga, Big Pun, holdin' it down This is it now, you get shut down (So what-what?) This is it now, you get shut down Afficial Nast got the whole game locked down (So what-what?) Noreaga, Big Pun, holdin' it down This is it now, you get shut down (So what-what?) [Outro: Fredro Starr sample, scratched] "Shut 'em down, start the violence, we whylin'-whylin'" "Shut 'em down, start the violence, we whylin'-whylin'"