Shut Em Down lyrics

(Do or Die)
Ew weee them n*ggas down there tip
Dam man they holding down there
Who the f*ck is that man lets walk down here and see who this mothaf*cka is
I don't know who in the f*ck it is who this n*gga is down here
Mothaf*cka telling n*ggas that make a scene
Grab them straps man
Hey homie (whats up man?) what you doing down here man?
(hey man I'm working here)
You ain't working nobody in this mothaf*cka man
(this mans chief told me to)
Hey f*ck your chief n*gga ain't no mothaf*cka gonna work right here
n*gga lets go strap up then, what the f*ck
We gonna whoop your ass now n*gga
Tell us whip this mothaf*cka man

Sip on some gin and act the f*ckin' clown
If Chief say go get them b*tches then watch how fast I shut em down
Just half a block and they gonna setup shop
Like they ain't seen a mothaf*cka standing out all night slanging rocks
Oh I suppose they sayin' f*ck the ho
But they don't know Beelow gonna take this Glock and introduce it through
They f*cking door
It's time for war well I ain't backing up
See one more n*gga serving rock is the last time cuz he's packing up
A guerilla sh*t n*gga where your heart is at this sh*t for real
Serve a nickle or dime I'll mob on b*tch you betta shoot to kill
Or walk the f*ck off alive shut down your spot
Don't smell the f*ck off your scent from blocks and blocks
Money to be made and we gonna make it
But how in the f*ck would I let you, if i ain't let no other mothaf*cka take it
So I'm taking packs like I was off the sh*t
n*gga he balled a fist the one on the right came with a swing so I can toss the b*tch
Lesson 3 put on sheet so they can take em off
A real killa and although I know his di*k is soft
17 shots cause family visited his f*cking town
In the city of Chi where mothaf*ckas born to clown
Go pound for pound and mess with clip lets go to war
Over money and power you got to know just what you dying for
I know this sh*t is just some ground
After yours and mines be here when we gone but for now you got to shut this mothaf*cka down
(chorus)
Now if the b*tches try to clown
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if them b*tches try to clown (try to clown)
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down

Open your eyes to some real sh*t
Where n*gga be packed with real clips and if you flip that clip betta leave your ass in danger
Increase my anger get more tied you betta close shop
n*ggas at your set ready to kill your whole block
And this sh*t won't stop untill I give that last word
Coming at my birds you get what the f*ck you deserve
An empty tip with no customers in your gang ways
Could avoid that sh*t and still be out here getting paid
You let a n*gga from that joint run your f*cking life
You tell em this it's you that got to pay the price
So save your life you got a betta chance to relocate
Make one mistake Ima send you to that resting place
Start having bad dreams waking up in the mad scenes
f*ck with this killa I don't think you know what it means
This sh*t I die for sh*t I make you cry for
He ain't such you sh*t but it's the same n*gga you lied for
Ain't this some sh*t took ya life with 4 rounds
Take over ya spot and now we got to shut em down
Some b*tch be claiming sets
Now striping em down with sh*t to do for n*ggas
You can't be ture with a n*gga so what you do for n*ggas is come clean
And I'll be flipping through the bud and holsters
Search all the working with all with working with no love and pop that ass with one slug, ugh
It's getting outta hand cuz you f*cking with some idle I'll have it all
So that they ready to fall and put some names across the wall
How do it feel when you f*cking with those veterans
They told the men shut down his body now we back again
What's about to take place will make you vomit in your own hands
You and all men momma say stay outta the business of grown man
The choice was yours and now your funeral in 4 days
Got n*gga from the old days who kill in cold ways
We giving em work and now they wanna bring it to the tape
Mothaf*ck your name mothaf*ck your reputation
Now what you in is alot of bullsh*t
Got n*gga running around like cheated with 9 millimeters and a full clip, ugh
I grab the hitman by his mouth
I'll ride ya, dodge ya, and slide ya to your death with no regrets
I touch his neck his pulse is gone
I shuts him down, I shuts him down, I shuts him down

(chorus)
Now if the b*tches try to clown
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if them b*tches try to clown (try to clown)
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if the b*tches try to clown
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Now if them b*tches try to clown (try to clown)
Shut em down, shut em down
And if they step on your toes
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Shut em down, shut em down, shut em down
Shut em down