Verse 1: [Willie D]
m************ are dying
And getting buried in the cemetary
Cause they a** couldn't pass the preliminaries
That's when you mind your own
Stay in line and keep the f*** out of mine
Cause g****** I ain't got it all
This year I'm a f*** off a whole lot of y'all
There was a body found in a lake
b*** 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 g****** funeral
Along with your b**** and your friends
Cause I'm a view the body, and pop your a** again
No I'm not d*** riding the chronic like the others
I'm just the wrong m***********
For a n**** to play with or say s***
Behind my back, cause n**** that's gay s***
I'll make a n**** drop his pants then buck him
Throw him in the ditch and let the dope fiends f*** him
I can't charge it to the game
Cause the game never paid Willie D a g****** 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***** I'm smooth
But watch me move on this groove
About n***** getting they a** misused
I'm a soldier, I don't start trouble see
But somehow man the s*** just find me
Now take a n**** talking s***
Better yet he talking s*** to me
Trying to impress one of his homies
A front for a b**** that I done already f*****
And to this day I can still get my d*** sucked
Mix that together with a hot a** club
And that's a little dish called a n**** getting his a** 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*** with me and don't f*** 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, p***ounce your punk a** dead
Now you can beg, give me your dope and your b****
Suck my d*** but it still won't change s***
Because I hate m************ who talk trash
So don't let your mouth overload your a**
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****** with Sho you'll be the quietest n**** in the church
And if a b**** is in my mix then a n**** gotta hurt her
b****** die too my recipe for a murder
[Willie D]
My recipe for a murder is simple
f*** with Will and get one to your temple
So pull your m************ 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****
I want to see you p*** on yourself
And your eyes buck, for f****** with Wize Up
Cause there's too many studio gangsters making noise
Knowing that they're m************ choir boys
I'm coming from the south
I talk that talk, I walk that walk that f**** your a** off
n***** try to deal with it
But got the f*** out of Dodge when they saw I was real with it
So if you're talking s*** about the Gulf Coast
Suck a dead man's d*** until you're comatose
And if a cop want to blast, we can blast
I'm a Tupac Shakur his a**
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**** got got in the parking lot
Cause his punk a** ran me hot
Talking about he coming back
With his boys and his gat
But he ain't never coming back
See when a m*********** threaten Willie D
I gotta f*** him off before he f*** off me
The trigger finger ain't never nervous
So unless you're sucking my d***, save the lip service
I know a gang of m************ who done passed
For letting that mouth overload that a**
It's a wreath from the g****** forest
Check out the m************ chorus
Chorus (2x)
Yeah, it's time for all you m************ out there to wise up
Cause we handle our business on the records and the streets
Punk m************
m************ are dying
And getting buried in the cemetary
Cause they a** couldn't pass the preliminaries
That's when you mind your own
Stay in line and keep the f*** out of mine
Cause g****** I ain't got it all
This year I'm a f*** off a whole lot of y'all
There was a body found in a lake
b*** 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 g****** funeral
Along with your b**** and your friends
Cause I'm a view the body, and pop your a** again
No I'm not d*** riding the chronic like the others
I'm just the wrong m***********
For a n**** to play with or say s***
Behind my back, cause n**** that's gay s***
I'll make a n**** drop his pants then buck him
Throw him in the ditch and let the dope fiends f*** him
I can't charge it to the game
Cause the game never paid Willie D a g****** 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***** I'm smooth
But watch me move on this groove
About n***** getting they a** misused
I'm a soldier, I don't start trouble see
But somehow man the s*** just find me
Now take a n**** talking s***
Better yet he talking s*** to me
Trying to impress one of his homies
A front for a b**** that I done already f*****
And to this day I can still get my d*** sucked
Mix that together with a hot a** club
And that's a little dish called a n**** getting his a** 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*** with me and don't f*** 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, p***ounce your punk a** dead
Now you can beg, give me your dope and your b****
Suck my d*** but it still won't change s***
Because I hate m************ who talk trash
So don't let your mouth overload your a**
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****** with Sho you'll be the quietest n**** in the church
And if a b**** is in my mix then a n**** gotta hurt her
b****** die too my recipe for a murder
[Willie D]
My recipe for a murder is simple
f*** with Will and get one to your temple
So pull your m************ 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****
I want to see you p*** on yourself
And your eyes buck, for f****** with Wize Up
Cause there's too many studio gangsters making noise
Knowing that they're m************ choir boys
I'm coming from the south
I talk that talk, I walk that walk that f**** your a** off
n***** try to deal with it
But got the f*** out of Dodge when they saw I was real with it
So if you're talking s*** about the Gulf Coast
Suck a dead man's d*** until you're comatose
And if a cop want to blast, we can blast
I'm a Tupac Shakur his a**
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**** got got in the parking lot
Cause his punk a** ran me hot
Talking about he coming back
With his boys and his gat
But he ain't never coming back
See when a m*********** threaten Willie D
I gotta f*** him off before he f*** off me
The trigger finger ain't never nervous
So unless you're sucking my d***, save the lip service
I know a gang of m************ who done passed
For letting that mouth overload that a**
It's a wreath from the g****** forest
Check out the m************ chorus
Chorus (2x)
Yeah, it's time for all you m************ out there to wise up
Cause we handle our business on the records and the streets
Punk m************