Shut 'Em Down Remix

[Hook (Sticky Fingaz)] This is it now You get shut down Official Naz got the whole game locked down Noreaga, Big Pun holding' it down This is it now You get shut down [Verse 1: Noreaga] Yo, aiyyo I smoke weed from housing pa, Phillies is hot one Niggas beta 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 niggas, 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, 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 [Verse 2] Shut 'em down second wave desert BX style, We rep wow Up close, hoes be ya mom's dead child, Fucked up Like blowing fed trial, Its set now, Get blown down You sped, 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 mad a cap With a Henny habit, I murk any static, Like a madman Going Postal, Postal, Touch Mics, Froze you fuck it, Son I Gosu [Verse 3: Fredo Starr] Word Up I’m not a killa I just bust a lot, Run in the spot With a rusted Glock, Then I bust a shot It’s 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 Your brain spilled, The game is real You playing wit death Got grimy niggas that'll label you West And lay you to rest South to a side 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 [Noreaga] So what what [Hook (Sticky Fingaz)] [Verse 4: Big Pun] Yo I'm the livest nigga 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 Ruger capsule My crew will catch you and trap you inside of Koopa's Castle I turn ya soon to 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 woman Now I'm locked in position, ready to rock with conviction Chewbacca’s descendants hitting you with cosmical weapons You might as well listen cuz you out of suggestions Out of submission, if 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 violent addition -Breaks In [Verse 5: Sticky Fingaz] YEAHHHH 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 mothaFuckas trying to ban me I'm the one who told Ol' Dirty to Shut down the Grammys (Shut 'em Down) You think that they can get with me, Stick I burn all o' ya I don't care if Puffy do ya remix! I'm crazy, running 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 Niggas 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 touching me Next time you see me Gonna be the last thing you ever see Word Up [Hook x2 (Sticky Fingaz)]