Rob And Vic Lyrics - Shut 'em Down - Onyx

*two gun shots* 

It's a story about two brothers, Rob and Vic 

Grew up in the world alone 

God forgot about them, hmm 

Forced to fend for themselves 

In the Rotten Apples of New York City 

This story takes place, in 1993 

How many nigs did we get so far? 

I couldn't care to count 

Just snatch em up quick 

If he scream, I'ma put him out 

I put the heat to his face to SHUT HIM UP 

so I can dig him out 

Went in his pockets and got the cash in some big amounts 

I looked him dead cold in his eyes, *blast* without carin 

If money speak, that explain the voices I've been hearin 

You ain't really have to kill him 

Yo God he moved -- but I lied 

Damn, there's our sick stick-up turned homicide 

So? That's the way our momma died 

Is you with me I'ma slide 

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So we slid, had to get our gameplan together 

Cause this little bit of stickup loot ain't lastin us forever 

Desperate, on the edge with no place to go 

We can't go back to the hood we stuck up everyone we know 

Chorus: *sung* 

For the love of money, people will rob from each other 

For the love of money, people will steal from their mother 

For the love of money, people will kill their own brother.. 

Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren, my heart skip a beat 

I'm paranoid, every face I see I think he after me 

Supposedly 

we was supposed to be gettin work from this large cat 

But since we know where he rest at -- we goin Bogart! 

Son frontin so hard 

Heard he had a hundred G's alone on his Gold Card 

His crab wife showed me mad cash in her blouse 

She said he the mad stash at the house 

Couldn't pass up a jooks like this anyday 

Anyway 

on our way there, I'm feelin bad vibes 

Yo kid don't say that 

That's when we bumped heads 

with vicks that we stuck from way back, up on Atlantic 

The way them niggaz lookin God they drivin mad frantic 

Yo don't panic, trust me 

What? 

I jump back and bust em 

Shots through they windshield, they ain't wearin shield 

Hit the kid behind the steering wheel *car horn* it's the way I feel 

In a state to kill I wanna watch him DIE 

Wait and chill 

We got bigger fish to fry, two L's later 

in a Bed-Stuy elevator, got off the fifth floor 

Water hit the skull, ready KICK THE DOOR 

off the hinges 

Bust shots right 

Only thing I saw was a nigga four-four 

His gun jammed 

He tried to run and, reach for a knife 

Shot him in the leg 

So think about your life 

and tell me where the loot's at 

He said, "I'll tell you just don't shoot black!" 

With the sight of fear, dragged him down six flight of stairs 

to the basement, and in someway, he had a trap door in the pavement 

Smacked him with the gun, kicked him out the way 

Had to be at least 500 K 

Now hear come the bitch, talkin bout her share of the wealth 

So we put her and the husband out 

and we went for self 

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Chorus 

Yo, we fuckin came off! 

Word 

The plan was splendid 

'Cept we got all this money, and can't even spend it 

Shh, let's disappear 

Yea yea 

And be outta this place 

So much dirt and shit we did it's hard to show our face 

So we bounced out of town and went down to Miami 

Cause most those cats we crabbed was like family 

Now me and you beefin, nah it can't be true 

It all started when all we had was just me and you 

Now a whole different person is what I'm startin to see in you 

'Member when we had the new Lex 

with the two Techs, rollin to the duplex, drinkin Stout 

Thinkin bout, what we gonna do next, we used to work tight 

Half-assed cars, down to dirt bikes 

Hopin everything will go right, with the snow white 

and in number spots that flow all night 

Up to this day it was all tight 

Man, FUCK THAT! 

You my little brother and we came out the same pussy 

but I'ma kill you, you dummy, you FUCKED UP MY MONEY! 

Nah, the money fucked YOU up 

Tryin to say the money changed me? 

What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see 

What??! 

How can one tiny mistake, make you wannaerase me 

Fuck that! You cut a side deal, that's why they raided the block 

Now how the fuck I'm 'sposed to know the undercover was a cop 

Son you been fuckin with them niggaz! 

Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide 

Nigga I ain't puttin down SHIT 

I'm tellin you let's just chill man 

FUCK THAT NIGGA! 

It don't gotta be this way man 

WHAT NIGGA? IT GOTTA BE THIS WAY! 

IT DON'T GOTTA BE LIKE THIS MAN! 

IT GOTTA BE NIGGA! 

THEN GO AHEAD AND PULL THE TRIGGER!! 

THINK I WON'T? FUCK YOU! 

YOU KNOW YOU AIN'T GON' DO IT! 

FUCK YOU! *gun blasts* 

Chorus cont. with - Don't let money change you.. - before fade