Shut Em Down Lyrics

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I'm sick of fake threats from phonies saying what they oughta do

Peeped you on the field looking strange and called an audible

Heard you run the offense, but from now, you should stop that

You get outta pocket this shotgun'll make you drop back

Never have I switched up, I'm truly this way

But they don't like it, drag me in courtrooms and sue me to pay

It blew me away; they still mad wanna shoot me today

Pissed at the case. Watching me beat it like Louis CK

Move along I got these hits to make. You could throw my ticker tape

Act real, but I can see the bitch inside you like a stripper cake

I'm wide awake. Shang Tsung, looking for souls that I could take

Pupils dilate when I know there's a chance to violate

Reason I don't like y'all? I ain't like y'all. The difference?

I made my own path while you been studying my imprints

They saying God don't test the weak; been sending me a test a week

Need more than common wealth to keep the light at bay like Chesapeake

Punk pussy posers real brave when I'm not around

Once we talking bands or the hands; then it's not a sound

Library. Funeral. You're entering a quiet place

Fuck they fans too, I'm catching fades with they entire base

I'm Neon Deion, Champ Bailey, Mel Blount

Both Woodsons. Sherman to vermin so what you want?

Its better to ignore me. Better to avoid me

Cause I'm picking people off the first second they annoy me

(Tell em) Hands up! (Run it clown)

Scream! (Yo who want it now?)

You send any man into my zone and I will 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

(HANDS UP!) Run it clown

(Scream) Yo who want it now

You send any man into my zone and I will 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)

Fuck your network. Jumped straight in the front; I skip playlists

That's the reason niggas hate on the king like Skip Bayless

I don't play this, muthafuckas speaking on my name

Start to ball a little bit so now they think this shits a game

Wanna stop me? You need an arsenal! Way more than 2 Ks

I'm stomping thru ya city so take ya shot bitch I'm Luke Cage

Far Rock. This Water Boy land hits like Bobby Boucher

Off top I've been sick of fakes. I'm scalping toupees

What the fuck is competition? What's a rival? I ain't got those

Our skill like distant cousins; yeah I know you, but we not close

Someone tell these silly goofy actors we are not bros

Make me have my vatos, stick you for your zapatos

Hola! End up in comas when you hear toma

This technique done bagged more bodies than yelling "Yo Ma!"

Oh nah! I know they chocha from they aroma

While everybody tryna play Tony I'm playing Sosa

I told you little monkeys not to fuck me. You tried to duck me

But not so lucky; so now what's up G?

Have your fun. Run around. But just know when I'm in town

Party's over. I'm your father. I come thru to shut it down

How many times I gotta tell you niggas to stop fucking playing with me?

Acting like we on the same fucking level

Acting like we peers, nigga. Like we cool

I ain't got no muthafucking friends, nigga