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willie d - recipe 4 a murder lyrics

featuring sho

verse 1: [willie d]
motherf-ckers are dying
and getting buried in the cemetary
cause they -ss couldn’t p-ss the preliminaries
that’s when you mind your own
stay in line and keep the f-ck out of mine
cause godd-mn i ain’t got it all
this year i’m a f-ck off a whole lot of y’all
there was a body found in a lake
b-tt 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 godd-mn funeral
along with your b-tch and your friends
cause i’m a view the body, and pop your -ss again
no i’m not d-ck riding the chronic like the others
i’m just the wrong motherf-cker
for a n-gg- to play with or say sh-t
behind my back, cause n-gg- that’s gay sh-t
i’ll make a n-gg- drop his pants then buck him
throw him in the ditch and let the dope fiends f-ck him
i can’t charge it to the game
cause the game never paid willie d a godd-mn 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]
n-gg-s i’m smooth
but watch me move on this groove
about n-gg-s getting they -ss misused
i’m a soldier, i don’t start trouble see
but somehow man the sh-t just find me
now take a n-gg- talking sh-t
better yet he talking sh-t to me
trying to impress one of his homies
a front for a b-tch that i done already f-cked
and to this day i can still get my d-ck sucked
mix that together with a hot -ss club
and that’s a little dish called a n-gg- getting his -ss 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 f-ck with me and don’t f-ck 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?
i want to see some red, pr-nounce your punk -ss dead
now you can beg, give me your dope and your b-tch
suck my d-ck but it still won’t change sh-t
because i hate motherf-ckers who talk trash
so don’t let your mouth overload your -ss
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
f-cking with sho you’ll be the quietest n-gg- in the church
and if a b-tch is in my mix then a n-gg- gotta hurt her
b-tches die too my recipe for a murder

[willie d]
my recipe for a murder is simple
f-ck with will and get one to your temple
so pull your motherf-cking 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 b-tch
i want to see you p-ss on yourself
and your eyes buck, for f-cking with wize up
cause there’s too many studio gangsters making noise
knowing that they’re motherf-cking choir boys
i’m coming from the south
i talk that talk, i walk that walk that f-cks your -ss off
n-gg-s try to deal with it
but got the f-ck out of dodge when they saw i was real with it
so if you’re talking sh-t about the gulf coast
suck a dead man’s d-ck until you’re comatose
and if a cop want to blast, we can blast
i’m a tupac shakur his -ss
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 n-gg- got got in the parking lot
cause his punk -ss ran me hot
talking about he coming back
with his boys and his gat
but he ain’t never coming back
see when a motherf-cker threaten willie d
i gotta f-ck him off before he f-ck off me
the trigger finger ain’t never nervous
so unless you’re sucking my d-ck, save the lip service
i know a gang of motherf-ckers who done p-ssed
for letting that mouth overload that -ss
it’s a wreath from the godd-mn forest
check out the motherf-cking chorus

chorus (2x)

yeah, it’s time for all you motherf-ckers out there to wise up
cause we handle our business on the records and the streets
punk motherf-ckers

- willie d lyrics

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