Recipe 4 A Murder

Willie D

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    featuring Ice Cube

    [Ice Cube]
    Hey, didn't your mama tell you to shut up when grown folks is talking?
    Well you need to shut up when grown folks is talking
    Yo we don't play that
    You know what I'm saying?
    So you need to go in there and play witcha mama
    Willie D

    Verse 1:
    [Willie D]
    The Gangster of Love is on the go once more
    I've been solo two in a row
    Still got a bank full of money, fancy cars, a big crib
    And bitches on my knob (that's right)
    But some motherfucker's counting me out
    I'm giving my real fans a big fat shout out
    Source Magazine dissing niggas' records
    I go to New York and kick they ass back to Texas
    And write a song about it they better like
    Scary motherfuckers probably give a nigga twenty mics
    I'm more dangerous than Jeffrey Dahmer
    you wanna play with somebody, play witcha mama

    [Ice Cube]
    Hoe, yeah
    [Willie D]
    If you're fronting on that South Central 5th Ward connection
    You better speed on before you get peed on
    Cube tell 'em
    [Ice Cube]
    Play witcha mama, huh
    It don't stop
    [Willie D]
    It don't stop, yeah, cause we won't stop

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    Verse 2:
    [Ice Cube]
    Warriors, come out and play with yo gay ass vest
    You can't shoot 'em up with the wild west
    And I hold a pistola, brown as Coca Cola
    Coming from the shooters with the 1, 2, bang, ping
    Make your ears ring (with the supernatural thing)
    It's like I got a 12 gauge when I'm walking
    Shut the fuck up when grown folks is talking
    Cause I don't play with kids, I shut eyelids
    Forever and a day, nigga what you say?
    Bailing down a street in my Chuck Taylors own brand
    Niggas mad dumb but they can't fade us (never)
    Wishin they could be like me and Willie D
    Not just a punk ass trick silly gee
    You better take that little shit to your mama
    (Westside rolling) Fool with the drama

    It don't stop, uh, yeah
    You better play witcha mama

    Verse 3:
    [Willie D]
    I'm going out like a soldier, I thought I told you
    Homie don't play that, so don't make me peteroll you
    When you see me in the public, don't try to act big
    Cause I'll split your fucking wig
    Just give me some dap and I'm a give you some dap back
    Cause I'm down to earth black
    But if a nigga or a bitch try to show off
    I hit 'em dead in their motherfucking mouth
    And don't talk about suing me
    Cause your ass won't live to see a D-I-M-E
    Talking 'bout how you knew me when I wasn't shit
    Mad cause I won't speak to you bitch
    Now you want to cause a scene, well that's fine
    Cause I do this shit all the time (that's right)
    Here's a motherfucker that don't mind the drama
    You want to play with somebody play witcha mama

    [Ice Cube]
    Play witcha mama, punk
    Play witcha mama, hoe
    Play witcha mama, punk
    Play witcha mama, hoe
    Willie D, Ice Cube, that's all she wrote
    That's all she wrote
    It don't stop, 'til the panties drop
    Fool play witcha mama
    Put a comma on that motherfucker Willie D and let's break

    [Willie D]
    My mama, your mama hanging on the cut
    My mama beat your mama ass up, now get somewhere

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