Killa 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 1 800 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 go to fucking snap 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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus)