Lyrics Killer P - Master P
[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
hoe
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
hoe
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
hoe
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
hoe
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]
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