Testo Shut 'Em Down - Do or Die
Testo della canzone Shut 'Em Down (Do or Die), tratta dall'album Greatest Hits (Screwed)
Sip on some gin and act a fucking clown
If chief say go get them bitches then watch how fast I shut 'em down
Just half a block and they gon' set up shop
Like they ain't seen them motherfuckers
Standing out all night slangin' rocks
Oh I suppose I'm saying fuck the ho
What they don't know B-Loc gon' take this
Glock and introduce it to they fucking door
It's time for war when I ain't backing up
See one more nigga serve her up is the last time cause he's packing up
On gorilla shit nigga where your heart is at this shit for real
Serve a nigga lil dime or a mob lock bitch you better shoot to kill
Or walk the fuck off alive, shut down your spot
And smell the fuck off your scent, from blocks and blocks
Money to be made and we gon' make it
But how in the fuck would I let you, if
I done let no other motherfucker take it
Start taking packs like I was soft and shit
Nigga he balled and fit, the one on the right
Can't wait 'til he swing so I could chalk the bitch
Listen trick, put on the sheets so they can take him off
A real killer, and though I knew his dick was soft
Seventeen shots, cause family to visit his fucking town
In the city of Chi, where motherfuckers born to clown
Seventeen shots, cause family to visit his fucking town
In the city of Chi, where motherfuckers born to clown
Seventeen shots, cause family to visit his fucking town
In the city of Chi, where motherfuckers born to clown
Go pound for pound, an extra clip let's throw the rope
Over money and power, you gotta know just mine
I know this shit is just some ground
After yours and mines be here when we gone
But for now you got to shut the fuck up
Now if them bitches try to clown, shut 'em down
And if they step on your toes, shut 'em down
Now if them bitches try to clown, shut 'em down
And if they step on your toes, shut 'em down
Real shit, we niggas be packed with real clips
And if you flip that script it'll leave your ass in danger
It could be a long time, you better close shop
Niggas at your set, ready to hold the Glock
And this shit won't stop, until I give that last word
Coming at my birds, you get what the fuck you deserve
An empty tip with no customers in your gang ways
Could've avoided that shit, and still be getting paid
You let a nigga from that joint run
Your fucking life, you jealous bitch
It's you that got that pay to play so save your life
You got a better chance to relocate, make one mistake
I'ma send you to rest in peace and start having bad dreams
Waking up in them ass sinked, fuck with this killer
I don't think you should be fucking with me this shit I'll die for
Shit I'll make you cry for, he ain't stunt you shit
But it's the same nigga you lied for
Ain't this some shit, took your life with four rounds
Came to your spot, and now we gots to shut 'em down
Ain't this some shit, took your life with four rounds
Came to your spot, and now we gots to shut 'em down
Ain't this some shit, took your life with four rounds
Came to your spot, and now we gots to shut 'em down
Some bitch be claiming sets
Now shutting 'em down ain't shit to do for niggas
You can't be true to niggas so what you do for niggas is complain
And I mean, clip it to the belt in the holster
Search all the records with all the records with no love
And palm that ass with one slug
It's getting out of hand cause you
Fucking with some I don't have it all
So that they ready to fall and put some niggas across the wall
How do it feel when you fucking with those veterans?
Been told to men shut down the spot and now we back again
What about to take place will make you vomit in your own hands
Shoot your own man, mama said stay out of the business of grown mans
The choice was yours and now your funeral's in four days
Got niggas from the old days, who kill, in cold ways
We giving 'em work and now they wanna bring it to the tape
Motherfuck your name, motherfuck your reputation
We giving 'em work and now they wanna bring it to the tape
Motherfuck your name, motherfuck your reputation
We giving 'em work and now they wanna bring it to the tape
Motherfuck your name, motherfuck your reputation
Now what you in is a lot of bullshit
Got niggas running 'round like Tito
With nine millimeters and a full clip
Uhh, 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
Now if them bitches try to clown, shut 'em down
And if they step on your toes, shut 'em down
Now if them bitches try to clown, shut 'em down
And if they step on your toes, shut 'em down
Now if them bitches try to clown, shut 'em down
And if they step on your toes, shut 'em down
Now if them bitches try to clown, shut 'em down
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Writer(s): Samuel Lindley, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Anthony Round
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