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 n***a you fool
Wit, and shit, n***a get shot and killed, wuz up with that?
Ann: Man n***a that shit ain't true
Master P: Shit, well, what about Mike, what happened to him?
Ann: Oh, that n***a? ummm, they found that motherfucker
In a ditch somewhere
Master P: Shit, what about, that; that other n***a Joe you used
To fool with, what happened to him?
Ann: Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some n***a
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 n***as
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 n***a that you fuck up liked up dying?
Like my boy Roy but y'all n***as don't feel it
Y'all don't think bitches fucking pussy, can kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these n***as
But y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers
Getting n***as killed in my hood like bitches!
Fucking with these ghetto money hungry ho bitches!
Ha, ha, ha, see y'all n***as don't understand
Y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel Williams
Tripping on like, bitches killing n***as behind AIDS
But see that big monkey between they legs?
Get n***as trapped like motherfucking rats
Trying to get cheese, ya heard me?

You out the front door, that n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as
Bitches want that dick ho y'all can feel that trigga
17 rounds from that motherfucking pistol
And watch a n***a make a bitch fucking head whistle
Hoes bout that ass, n***as y'all feel me
But pussy to good to be fucking real G
I'm from that 3rd ward, n***as started banging
Bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging
Ask a n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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, n***a I doubt it

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