E-40 ft. Bun B, Gucci Mane - The Recipe Lyrics

[Chorus: x2]
Today we gonna be making crack>
Take 36 ounces of coke
With water in a pot on the stove
Step to make them boulders add
If the flame is low then turn it up whoa!
Just wait
Then bag it up
You got the key homie
That's the recipe

[E-40]
Before you decide to elect yourself in the game of dope
Better know that it is cut throat
Cant be cracking under pressure when your backed in a corner
Against the ropes
They ain't calling it snitching no more
They calling it telling the truth
They say you better get down first before they decide to get down on you
Mixing it up
Shake and bake
Its 2008, they got more data than '88
We used to make crazy cake, crazy cake
Flipping weight, flipping weight
Got get in and out before it be too late
I don't want to be 6 feet under
So I pack and tote my thump
Suckers want to hate and block my thunder
Cause I got more kicks than a punter
Murder rates go up in the summer
Killers go hunting like a hunter
You can live good for 6 years
Then it's football numbers

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[Gucci Mane]
Chef for the year, better yet the fucking century
Dread head killers with me before deh dem up insulate
I'm in the kitchen scrapping up the pottery
Working with my hands like the maestro at the symphony
Sniff, I'm cocaine-a, shawty take a whiff off me
Stiff a liffy pisso nigga come and comprehend from me
Talk slick to me, E40 style, you hearing me?
Got a green skirt and I bought it off a recipe
Hella p's, hella keys, yellow, purple, red'ly
Put me in the feds if these crackers on the recipe
33 yellow D's purchased off my recipe
Heavy cocaine-a G
Plus I got a recipe

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[Bun B]
Well it's Chef Boy A-Bun B
The king of the kitchen
I got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching
Guarantee to add a few layers of bling on your stitching
Being teeded in your chest get you stinging and itching
Got to have the right ingredients before you can start
Like 1 part gangsterism 1 part heart
2 parts of keeping it G and add you 100 milligrams of a killer man and you'd had done it
Put it all inside a Cadillac with them 3's and them 4's
Swing wide and mix scurrily while skating on vogues
Don't forget to shake them haters off homie that's a necessity
Now you done made you a trill nigga
Now that's the recipe

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