Killer pus*y lyrics

Master P: Yo Ann, wuz up?
Ann: Wuz up?
Master P: sh*t girl I know you got it going on and everything
But its like this here, (what?) how come, every n*gga you fool
Wit, and sh*t, n*gga get shot and killed, wuz up with that?
Ann: Man n*gga that sh*t ain't true
Master P: sh*t, well, what about Mike, what happened to him?
Ann: Oh, that n*gga? ummm, they found that motherf*cker
In a ditch somewhere
Master P: sh*t, what about, that; that other n*gga Joe you used
To fool with, what happened to him?
Ann: Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some n*gga
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 motherf*cker was trying to sell dope, and smoke it
At the same f*cking time, ignorant ass motherf*cker
I'm glad he gone
Master P: So you don't think that yo, pus*y be like, yankin n*ggas
Know what I'm saying?

You got that killa pus*y, killa pus*y, killa pus*y- 2x
She got that killa pus*y, killa pus*y, killa pus*y- 3x

I'm not dog pound but yo pus*y be the bomb
But why every n*gga that you f*ck up liked up dying?
Like my boy Roy but y'all n*ggas don't feel it
Y'all don't think b*tches f*cking pus*y, can kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these n*ggas
But y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers
Getting n*ggas killed in my hood like b*tches!
f*cking with these ghetto money hungry ho b*tches!
Ha, ha, ha, see y'all n*ggas don't understand
Y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel Williams
Tripping on like, b*tches killing n*ggas behind AIDS
But see that big monkey between they legs?
Get n*ggas trapped like motherf*cking rats
Trying to get cheese, ya heard me?

You out the front door, that n*gga 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 b*tches act bad when they get they f*cking stamps
But b*tches y'all can suck a n*gga di*k 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*ggas
b*tches want that di*k ho y'all can feel that trigga
17 rounds from that motherf*cking pistol
And watch a n*gga make a b*tch f*cking head whistle
Hoes bout that ass, n*ggas y'all feel me
But pus*y to good to be f*cking real G
I'm from that 3rd ward, n*ggas started banging
b*tches running up, in cars cause we hanging
Ask a n*gga to break em off to get her hair done
But I ain't giving a b*tch nothing but some c*m
And hit and run, in the projects ballin wit my motherf*cking homies
And all y'all b*tches with that killa pus*y
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
b*tches try to run into the safe and get my money
But I'll lay a b*tch on the floor it ain't funny
Like that b*tch 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 sh*t about she might have my ba-by
b*tch it ain't mine, I only f*cked her once
I had 2 rubbers so b*tch you done, and what
About Wen-dy, and that ho Su-sy
Say her pus*y be killing n*ggas 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 motherf*cking cat
This goes to you hoes from the south to the West coast
Even got pus*y killin n*ggas on the East coast
And all y'all b*tches that are bout it won't y'all shout it
But b*tch killin me behind some pus*y, n*gga I doubt it

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