Artist: Willie D f/ Lost Boyz, Sho Album: Play Witcha Mama Song: Smoke'm Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Verse One: Mr. Cheeks] A murder that happened last night, you didn't even know it So turn on the News so they can show it A punk just moved off, tied up his ass I cut his tongue patted out of his mouth Now, he can't talk I stabbed him in his spine, make sure that he couldn't walk That his life is ruined, but I'm not through with him Cause there's another way I wanna do him [Willie D] They're gonna give your ass the lethal injection, G Man, them whores ain't gonn fuck with me I done kill four niggaz in the hood [Willie D] Yeah, but you ain't never killed a Peckerwood You when you kill a nigga, you'll get probation But don't kill an Asian, or any other race on this planet You'll get your ass fried, got damn it? Fuck! the man, and Fuck! his plan Them whores can go just like we can A motherfucker ain't joking, if I feel like it (What you're gonna do, fool?) smoke him, smoke him [Break] [Verse Two: Willie D] No good Pecker-ass Wood in my neighborhood That's the motherfucking cop I got's to drop When I did time in the county jail That punk motherfucker gave me hell I've told him, right before I went to the pen That I was gonna see his ass again Now, he is finned to get serve Cause all I got, is my balls and my words and my motherfucking nerves Gotta get him with expedients A recipe for a murder, now that's the ingredients I'm about to blow his ass to Venus Then ain't no bar or a deputy can come between us This is for the niggaz on the South Side (YOOOO!) This for the niggaz on the North Side (YOOOO!) This for the niggaz on the East Side (YOOOO!) West Side (YOOOO!) and the Edge Side I got my motherfucking Ruca, creeping up on his in a Cuka Five MHS for pace But before he waste, I want that bitch to see my face Let him and the devil dance This is for the niggaz, who never got the chance And you scary motherfuckers who think it's impossible To fuck off a constable Right before I shot him You can see the whore in him, jumped straight out him See the hawking punk, they think they rough Yeah! they touch with a nigga in handcuffs But when the gun in their face, and they're about to get a taste; Of a nigga who ain't scared of a murder case They shit in their pants Like this nigga laying twitching with his eyes open I had to smoke him [Break] [Verse Three: Sho] I knew this nigga from the game a few years back He got apart now he is back from three flack Stroking like the average nigga down in this luck He asked me could I help him raised back up I had to think about the shit for a minute And then I went with it, I knew it was cash in it I've funded him a half to get his foot in the door You sling that shit, bring my cash and I'll fund you some more He sold it so quick, I thought he gave it away Slung the half, brought my cash the same day A hustler, just what I needed G A nigga like this, down with me I've funded him some more and a little credit I didn't sweat it, I hope a nigga won't regret it I've funded him the shit on Sunday Had to hear a word from his ass by Monday And then three days passed with no cash He tried to dash, it was time to go check his ass I went to his crib, now my nerve is bad He did a year in the county, and two in the rehab Feeling like I got faked, for his sake I hope I don't have to draw this Thirty Eight Cause I'm full to the cyst, I got on my vest If he gagged me, he about to get playing to rest I've looked so long, I've lost my balls Saw Will, he told me where this bitch was I'm rolling up the street, I'm looking for a witness Cause if he tried to win then I'm taking care of business I got into the spot, got my Gat cocked Walked in the house, he had one motherfucking rock Smoked the whole half, plus he's talking fast HUH! I got to put two in his ass I hope you gave your life to god Cause your motherfucking ass just moved to the graveyards Smoked him