Murder She Wrote Ricky Hil (Ft. The Pricks)

[Intro]
Yeah, Ricky, yeah, huh?

[Verse 1]
Ricky, born and raised in the Nostras
Put that fork in the pork I ain't kosher
Make your bitch respect me like, "hello, sir"
Got long curls she got a low cut
Oh you wanna go to hell? take bofth us
Me I got connects like ?soses?
Got a couple Chevy’s
Got a couple roadsters
With a fat back tire like Orpah's
Epic shit that I say like [?]
She could stay awake sniffing coca
And she like morphine, but she just need a few shots
La-da-da-da-da, like Tupac
Hospital but I ain't sign a blue rock
Tatted up, long hair, and I’m new opp
Shit, all them lames they secondary
Write my mixtapes down in Obituary's

[Chorus]
Murder she wrote like Angela
Mur-mur-mur-Murder she wrote like Angela
Murder she wrote me, murder she wrote me [x2] murda murda