Текст песни Recipe 4 A Murder

featuring Sho

Verse 1: [Willie D]

Motherfuckers are dying

And getting buried in the cemetary

Cause they ass couldn't pass the preliminaries

That's when you mind your own

Stay in line and keep the fuck out of mine

Cause goddamn I ain't got it all

This year I'm a fuck off a whole lot of y'all

There was a body found in a lake

Butt naked, wrapped in duct tape

And the #1 suspect came from a broken home

That ain't been fixed yet

You got family, ah that's beautiful

I want to see them at your goddamn funeral

Along with your bitch and your friends

Cause I'm a view the body, and pop your ass again

No I'm not dick riding the chronic like the others

I'm just the wrong motherfucker

For a nigga to play with or say shit

Behind my back, cause nigga that's gay shit

I'll make a nigga drop his pants then buck him

Throw him in the ditch and let the dope fiends fuck him

I can't charge it to the game

Cause the game never paid Willie D a goddamn thing

I'm talking about a cold-blooded murder

You never heard of a recipe for a murder

Chorus:

Lay your guns down

You don't want to see me clown

One shot to your dome

Two shots, now you're gone

(2x)

Verse 2: [Sho]

Niggas I'm smooth

But watch me move on this groove

About niggas getting they ass misused

I'm a soldier, I don't start trouble see

But somehow man the shit just find me

Now take a nigga talking shit

Better yet he talking shit to me

Trying to impress one of his homies

A front for a bitch that I done already fucked

And to this day I can still get my dick sucked

Mix that together with a hot ass club

And that's a little dish called a nigga getting his ass drugged

But my hands ain't enough

I gotta schedule you a wait

Give you two to the head for old times' sake

So don't fuck with me and don't fuck with this clique

Unless you ready to lay in front of a pulpit

With your mama crying listening to some verses being read

For you trying to catch lead with your head

Did you hear what I said?
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I want to see some red, pronounce your punk ass dead

Now you can beg, give me your dope and your bitch

Suck my dick but it still won't change shit

Because I hate motherfuckers who talk trash

So don't let your mouth overload your ass

But some still gonna flex

And I'm a swing and connect

And it's gonna feel like a train wreck

I'm putting in work

Fucking with Sho you'll be the quietest nigga in the church

And if a bitch is in my mix then a nigga gotta hurt her

Bitches die too my recipe for a murder

[Willie D]

My recipe for a murder is simple

Fuck with Will and get one to your temple

So pull your motherfucking guns

And I'm a show you I'm the clean-up man in more ways than one

You got a posse, a thick clique

Cool, it makes it easier to hit me a bitch

I want to see you piss on yourself

And your eyes buck, for fucking with Wize Up

Cause there's too many studio gangsters making noise

Knowing that they're motherfucking choir boys

I'm coming from the south

I talk that talk, I walk that walk that fucks your ass off

Niggas try to deal with it

But got the fuck out of Dodge when they saw I was real with it

So if you're talking shit about the Gulf Coast

Suck a dead man's dick until you're comatose

And if a cop want to blast, we can blast

I'm a Tupac Shakur his ass

I'm talking about a cold blooded murder

You never heard of a recipe for a murder

Chorus (2x)

Verse 3: [Willie D]

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head, but dig this

One nigga got got in the parking lot

Cause his punk ass ran me hot

Talking about he coming back

With his boys and his gat

But he ain't never coming back

See when a motherfucker threaten Willie D

I gotta fuck him off before he fuck off me

The trigger finger ain't never nervous

So unless you're sucking my dick, save the lip service

I know a gang of motherfuckers who done passed

For letting that mouth overload that ass

It's a wreath from the goddamn forest

Check out the motherfucking chorus

Chorus (2x)

Yeah, it's time for all you motherfuckers out there to wise up

Cause we handle our business on the records and the streets

Punk motherfuckers