Do or Die Ultimate Shutdown Lyrics

Verse One:

This be those Zero muther****ers and I'm full of that liquor
Man **** your team fo' they don't make paper
Better roll much quicker
*****s 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
Muther**** 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 their 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 won't miss
With a gat an ???
Mutha****er I'm a go-getter
Hit a ***** in the spot
And that's so bitter
If a ***** 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 muther****in' head
Like a mojo
She smelled like ho-bo
she's scattin' dirt
Gettin work for the po-po
Shut em down

chorus:

Go on ***** ***** do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that ***** down
Shut that ***** down
Were dat ***** now
Were dat ***** now

Go on ***** ***** do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that ***** down
Shut that ***** down
Were dat ***** now
Were dat ***** now

Go on ***** ***** do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that ***** down
Shut that ***** down
Were dat ***** now
Were dat ***** now

Go on ***** ***** do 211
Game mak-make 'em do 187
Shut that ***** down
Shut that ***** down
Were dat ***** now
Were dat ***** now


Verse Two:

Now it's my ??? brother
Older *****s and G's
For sellin weed on my spot
But how in the ****
You gonna work my block
I'm supposed to be supreme chief
In this area
And since you didn't get up with me
Muther****er I'm'a bury ya
The bigger the merrier
I stack more G's
So I'm ahead of ya
I'm bettin ya
The average field of a thousand *****s
Ain't scared of ya
So you have that nerve
To cross the nation with your ***** ***
Only got one proof
That's why you kiss ***
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 muther****er whacked
Kill a muther****in *****
Over two keys
If the ***** got beef with a *****
Its the ***** ??
And I'm all in the face with Uzi
Shut the trick down
Where the ***** now
??? cuts them all and the ***** down
Lookin for the young punk
Put em all in the trunk
Get assualt with pump
Cus they trick made
***** all them flyin
Dope fiends shy'in
Callin security
It's just ya punk ***
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 **** your nation
What you facin
Violation
Clean your neck
Off this ?? off my set
Aim for the hill
What the **** you said
***** 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 *****
So it's time ta unload
**** 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
**** watch me clown to shut em down

Chorus:

Where dat ***** now
Where dat ***** now

Where dat ***** now
Where dat ***** now

Where dat ***** now
Where dat ***** now

Where dat ***** now
Where dat ***** now

Shut that ***** down
Shut that ***** down

Written by: Anthony Round, Darnell Smith, Dennis Round, Leroy Williams Jr
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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