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featuring Sho
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Verse 1: [Willie D]
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Motherfuckers are dying
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And getting buried in the cemetary
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Cause they ass couldn't pass the preliminaries
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That's when you mind your own
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Stay in line and keep the fuck out of mine
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Cause goddamn I ain't got it all
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This year I'm a fuck off a whole lot of y'all
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There was a body found in a lake
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Butt naked, wrapped in duct tape
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And the #1 suspect came from a broken home
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That ain't been fixed yet
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You got family, ah that's beautiful
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I want to see them at your goddamn funeral
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Along with your bitch and your friends
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Cause I'm a view the body, and pop your ass again
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No I'm not dick riding the chronic like the others
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I'm just the wrong motherfucker
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For a nigga to play with or say shit
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Behind my back, cause nigga that's gay shit
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I'll make a nigga drop his pants then buck him
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Throw him in the ditch and let the dope fiends fuck him
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I can't charge it to the game
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Cause the game never paid Willie D a goddamn thing
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I'm talking about a cold-blooded murder
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You never heard of a recipe for a murder
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Chorus:
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Lay your guns down
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You don't want to see me clown
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One shot to your dome
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Two shots, now you're gone
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(2x)
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Verse 2: [Sho]
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Niggas I'm smooth
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But watch me move on this groove
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About niggas getting they ass misused
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I'm a soldier, I don't start trouble see
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But somehow man the shit just find me
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Now take a nigga talking shit
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Better yet he talking shit to me
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Trying to impress one of his homies
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A front for a bitch that I done already fucked
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And to this day I can still get my dick sucked
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Mix that together with a hot ass club
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And that's a little dish called a nigga getting his ass drugged
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But my hands ain't enough
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I gotta schedule you a wait
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Give you two to the head for old times' sake
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So don't fuck with me and don't fuck with this clique
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Unless you ready to lay in front of a pulpit
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With your mama crying listening to some verses being read
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For you trying to catch lead with your head
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Did you hear what I said?
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I want to see some red, pronounce your punk ass dead
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Now you can beg, give me your dope and your bitch
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Suck my dick but it still won't change shit
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Because I hate motherfuckers who talk trash
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So don't let your mouth overload your ass
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But some still gonna flex
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And I'm a swing and connect
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And it's gonna feel like a train wreck
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I'm putting in work
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Fucking with Sho you'll be the quietest nigga in the church
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And if a bitch is in my mix then a nigga gotta hurt her
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Bitches die too my recipe for a murder
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[Willie D]
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My recipe for a murder is simple
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Fuck with Will and get one to your temple
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So pull your motherfucking guns
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And I'm a show you I'm the clean-up man in more ways than one
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You got a posse, a thick clique
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Cool, it makes it easier to hit me a bitch
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I want to see you piss on yourself
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And your eyes buck, for fucking with Wize Up
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Cause there's too many studio gangsters making noise
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Knowing that they're motherfucking choir boys
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I'm coming from the south
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I talk that talk, I walk that walk that fucks your ass off
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Niggas try to deal with it
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But got the fuck out of Dodge when they saw I was real with it
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So if you're talking shit about the Gulf Coast
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Suck a dead man's dick until you're comatose
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And if a cop want to blast, we can blast
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I'm a Tupac Shakur his ass
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I'm talking about a cold blooded murder
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You never heard of a recipe for a murder
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Chorus (2x)
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Verse 3: [Willie D]
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Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
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I'm trying not to lose my head, but dig this
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One nigga got got in the parking lot
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Cause his punk ass ran me hot
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Talking about he coming back
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With his boys and his gat
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But he ain't never coming back
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See when a motherfucker threaten Willie D
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I gotta fuck him off before he fuck off me
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The trigger finger ain't never nervous
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So unless you're sucking my dick, save the lip service
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I know a gang of motherfuckers who done passed
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For letting that mouth overload that ass
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It's a wreath from the goddamn forest
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Check out the motherfucking chorus
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Chorus (2x)
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Yeah, it's time for all you motherfuckers out there to w |