Recipe 4 A Murder

Willie D

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 suc