Killer Pussy

Master P: Yo Ann, wuz up?

Ann: Wuz up?

Master P: Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything

But its like this here, (what?) how come, every nigga you fool

Wit, and shit, nigga get shot and killed, wuz up with that?

Ann: Man nigga that shit ain't true

Master P: Shit, well, what about Mike, what happened to him?

Ann: Oh, that nigga? ummm, they found that motherfucker

In a ditch somewhere

Master P: Shit, what about, that; that other nigga Joe you used

To fool with, what happened to him?

Ann: Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some nigga

Some money, and you know, if you don't pay up you just get got

Master P: Ahhh, well what about yo babydaddy, what he did?

Ann: That motherfucker was trying to sell dope, and smoke it

At the same fucking time, ignorant ass motherfucker

I'm glad he gone

Master P: So you don't think that yo, pussy be like, yankin niggas

Know what I'm saying?

You got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- 2x

She got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- 3x

I'm not dog pound but yo pussy be the bomb

But why every nigga that you fuck up liked up dying?

Like my boy Roy but y'all niggas don't feel it

Y'all don't think bitches fucking pussy, can kill trick

Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas

But y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers

Getting niggas killed in my hood like bitches!

Fucking with these ghetto money hungry ho bitches!

Ha, ha, ha, see y'all niggas don't understand

Y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel Williams

Tripping on like, bitches killing niggas behind AIDS

But see that big monkey between they legs?

Get niggas trapped like motherfucking rats

Trying to get cheese, ya heard me?

You out the front door, that nigga out the back

That's how my partner got killed behind some cat

I ain't got no love for y'all hoes cause y'all tramps

And bitches act bad when they get they fucking stamps

But bitches y'all can suck a nigga dick and get real

Or better twirk something or buckle up and guard yo grill

Cause I'm laying you hoes on the floor like niggas

Bitches want that dick ho y'all can feel that trigga

17 rounds from that motherfucking pistol

And watch a nigga make a bitch fucking head whistle

Hoes bout that ass, niggas y'all feel me

But pussy to good to be fucking real G

I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging

Bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging

Ask a nigga to break em off to get her hair done

But I ain't giving a bitch nothing but some cum

And hit and run, in the projects ballin wit my motherfucking homies

And all y'all bitches with that killa pussy

Don't run up on me

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Fool I ain't Spud, but these hoes be creepin

Late at night when a young ballas sleepin

Bitches try to run into the safe and get my money

But I'll lay a bitch on the floor it ain't funny

Like that bitch Bren-da, got my boy killed

Like that ho Shell, yea she tried to do O'Neal

And what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me

Talking that shit about she might have my ba-by

Bitch it ain't mine, I only fucked her once

I had 2 rubbers so bitch you done, and what

About Wen-dy, and that ho Su-sy

Say her pussy be killing niggas think she pack a OO-ZIE

But I ain't even trippin, all y'all hoes

I watchin my back, I ain't killed behind no motherfucking cat

This goes to you hoes from the south to the West coast

Even got pussy killin niggas on the East coast

And all y'all bitches that are bout it won't y'all shout it

But bitch killin me behind some pussy, nigga I doubt it

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