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