| Song | Ultimate Shutdown |
| Artist | Do or Die |
| Album | Headz Or Tailz |
| 作曲 : D. Smith/L. Williams | |
| Verse one： | |
| This be those zero mutherfuckers and i'm full of that liquor | |
| Man fuck your team fo' they don't make paper | |
| Better roll much quicker | |
| Niggas think i'm token | |
| Cus i'm not workin | |
| And he ain't gonna setup shop | |
| If i die tonight then i pay the price | |
| But he ain't gonna take my block | |
| Mutherfuck them down | |
| Just give 'em them pack | |
| They'll keep on comin | |
| If a nig try to clown | |
| Then i swear on mom | |
| Better keep on runnin | |
| Ya call yo' man | |
| I'ma call me man | |
| Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' | |
| Kill one i'ma kill ten | |
| And thier whole damn mob | |
| Prepare to die fo' | |
| Keep one in the hole | |
| Better get your jack | |
| Cus i'm real when i roll | |
| When i'm up in a bowl | |
| Woulda hit him in the dark | |
| And in the light | |
| I still wont miss | |
| With a gat an ??? | |
| Muthafucker i'm a go-getter | |
| Hit a nigga in the spot | |
| And that's so bitter | |
| If a nigga ain't a man | |
| He'll fo' fitter | |
| All them eyes on yours | |
| So you know strillah | |
| To a po' killa | |
| Think i'm doped gettin hype | |
| Trippin fiend bout to explode | |
| Dressed up black clothes | |
| An layin them hoes | |
| Tight when the bus gonna get low | |
| Cus ?? | |
| Let's work from the fo' fo' | |
| Blew the mutherfuckin' head | |
| Like a mojo | |
| She smelled like ho-bo | |
| Shes scattin' dirt | |
| Gettin work for the po-po | |
| Shut em down | |
| Chorus: | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game mak-make 'em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game mak-make 'em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game mak-make 'em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game mak-make 'em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Verse two: | |
| Now it's my ??? brother | |
| Older niggas and g's | |
| For sellin weed on my spot | |
| But how in the fuck | |
| You gonna work my block | |
| Im supposed to be supreme chief | |
| In this area | |
| And since you didn't get up with me | |
| Mutherfucker im'a bury ya | |
| The bigger the merrier | |
| I stack more g's | |
| So im ahead of ya | |
| Im bettin ya | |
| The average field of a thousand niggas | |
| Ain't scared of ya | |
| So you have that nerve | |
| To cross the nation with your bitch ass | |
| Only got one proof | |
| That's why you kiss ass | |
| Cover your face | |
| While you get blast | |
| Them unseen murderer's | |
| Come in a dark mask | |
| So drop your glock before | |
| That toe done tagged | |
| Or get smashed | |
| I'ma make them | |
| Feel a hundred of berrettas | |
| Through they sweater | |
| I told you i was goin' get ya | |
| And knock you out the picture | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Now gettin my sack | |
| Get a mutherfucker whacked | |
| Kill a mutherfuckin nigga | |
| Over two keys | |
| If the bitch got beef with a nigga | |
| Its the nigga ?? | |
| And i'm all in the face with uzi | |
| Shut the trick down | |
| Where the bitch now | |
| ??? cuts them all and the bitch down | |
| Lookin for the young punk | |
| Put em all in the trunk | |
| Get assualt with pump | |
| Cus they trick made | |
| Nigga all them flyin | |
| Dope fiends shy'in | |
| Callin security | |
| It's just ya punk ass | |
| Just ain't feelin me | |
| Take this an that | |
| Woke up in the mornin | |
| And kissed the gat | |
| Stash the patch | |
| Pass the gat | |
| While then fuck your nation | |
| What you facin | |
| Violation | |
| Clean your neck | |
| Off this ?? off my set | |
| Aim for the hill | |
| What the fuck you said | |
| Nigga ol chief | |
| We all to rush | |
| Home which we all | |
| Don't stress | |
| Bulletproof bullets | |
| Through your bulletproof vest | |
| Screamin down to the rain god | |
| Shoot for me | |
| Get your game guy | |
| Po-po just can't hang now | |
| Dummie blow | |
| Step on my toe | |
| What you own | |
| This life an soul | |
| Money can't get you | |
| Out of this hole | |
| Here my nigga | |
| So it's time ta unload | |
| Fuck what your heard | |
| It's what you told | |
| Back up | |
| Before you lack up | |
| Ugh whole troop get stacked up | |
| Ugh max up when you act up | |
| Shit watch me clown to shut em down | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down |
| zuò qǔ : D. Smith L. Williams | |
| Verse one: | |
| This be those zero mutherfuckers and i' m full of that liquor | |
| Man fuck your team fo' they don' t make paper | |
| Better roll much quicker | |
| Niggas think i' m token | |
| Cus i' m not workin | |
| And he ain' t gonna setup shop | |
| If i die tonight then i pay the price | |
| But he ain' t gonna take my block | |
| Mutherfuck them down | |
| Just give ' em them pack | |
| They' ll keep on comin | |
| If a nig try to clown | |
| Then i swear on mom | |
| Better keep on runnin | |
| Ya call yo' man | |
| I' ma call me man | |
| Then see what an eye fo' an eye fo' | |
| Kill one i' ma kill ten | |
| And thier whole damn mob | |
| Prepare to die fo' | |
| Keep one in the hole | |
| Better get your jack | |
| Cus i' m real when i roll | |
| When i' m up in a bowl | |
| Woulda hit him in the dark | |
| And in the light | |
| I still wont miss | |
| With a gat an ??? | |
| Muthafucker i' m a gogetter | |
| Hit a nigga in the spot | |
| And that' s so bitter | |
| If a nigga ain' t a man | |
| He' ll fo' fitter | |
| All them eyes on yours | |
| So you know strillah | |
| To a po' killa | |
| Think i' m doped gettin hype | |
| Trippin fiend bout to explode | |
| Dressed up black clothes | |
| An layin them hoes | |
| Tight when the bus gonna get low | |
| Cus ?? | |
| Let' s work from the fo' fo' | |
| Blew the mutherfuckin' head | |
| Like a mojo | |
| She smelled like hobo | |
| Shes scattin' dirt | |
| Gettin work for the popo | |
| Shut em down | |
| Chorus: | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game makmake ' em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game makmake ' em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game makmake ' em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Go on nigga nigga do 211 | |
| Game makmake ' em do 187 | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Were dat nigga now | |
| Verse two: | |
| Now it' s my ??? brother | |
| Older niggas and g' s | |
| For sellin weed on my spot | |
| But how in the fuck | |
| You gonna work my block | |
| Im supposed to be supreme chief | |
| In this area | |
| And since you didn' t get up with me | |
| Mutherfucker im' a bury ya | |
| The bigger the merrier | |
| I stack more g' s | |
| So im ahead of ya | |
| Im bettin ya | |
| The average field of a thousand niggas | |
| Ain' t scared of ya | |
| So you have that nerve | |
| To cross the nation with your bitch ass | |
| Only got one proof | |
| That' s why you kiss ass | |
| Cover your face | |
| While you get blast | |
| Them unseen murderer' s | |
| Come in a dark mask | |
| So drop your glock before | |
| That toe done tagged | |
| Or get smashed | |
| I' ma make them | |
| Feel a hundred of berrettas | |
| Through they sweater | |
| I told you i was goin' get ya | |
| And knock you out the picture | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Now gettin my sack | |
| Get a mutherfucker whacked | |
| Kill a mutherfuckin nigga | |
| Over two keys | |
| If the bitch got beef with a nigga | |
| Its the nigga ?? | |
| And i' m all in the face with uzi | |
| Shut the trick down | |
| Where the bitch now | |
| ??? cuts them all and the bitch down | |
| Lookin for the young punk | |
| Put em all in the trunk | |
| Get assualt with pump | |
| Cus they trick made | |
| Nigga all them flyin | |
| Dope fiends shy' in | |
| Callin security | |
| It' s just ya punk ass | |
| Just ain' t feelin me | |
| Take this an that | |
| Woke up in the mornin | |
| And kissed the gat | |
| Stash the patch | |
| Pass the gat | |
| While then fuck your nation | |
| What you facin | |
| Violation | |
| Clean your neck | |
| Off this ?? off my set | |
| Aim for the hill | |
| What the fuck you said | |
| Nigga ol chief | |
| We all to rush | |
| Home which we all | |
| Don' t stress | |
| Bulletproof bullets | |
| Through your bulletproof vest | |
| Screamin down to the rain god | |
| Shoot for me | |
| Get your game guy | |
| Popo just can' t hang now | |
| Dummie blow | |
| Step on my toe | |
| What you own | |
| This life an soul | |
| Money can' t get you | |
| Out of this hole | |
| Here my nigga | |
| So it' s time ta unload | |
| Fuck what your heard | |
| It' s what you told | |
| Back up | |
| Before you lack up | |
| Ugh whole troop get stacked up | |
| Ugh max up when you act up | |
| Shit watch me clown to shut em down | |
| Chorus: | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Where dat nigga now | |
| Shut that bitch down | |
| Shut that bitch down |