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master p - killer p 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-gg- you fool
wit, and sh-t, n-gg- get shot and killed, wuz up with that?
[ann:] man n-gg- that sh-t ain’t true
[master p:] sh-t, well, what about mike, what happened to him?
[ann:] oh, that n-gg-? ummm, they found that motherf-cker
in a ditch somewhere
[master p:] sh-t, what about, that; that other n-gg- joe you used
to fool with, what happened to him?
[ann:] man, joe was trippin, man,
you know he owed some n-gg- 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 -ss motherf-cker, i’m glad he gone
[master p:] so you don’t think that yo, p-ssy be like,
yankin n-gg-s know what i’m saying?

you got that killa p-ssy, killa p-ssy, killa p-ssy- [2x]
she got that killa p-ssy, killa p-ssy, killa p-ssy- [3x]

i’m not dog pound but yo p-ssy be the bomb,
but why every n-gg- that you f-ck up liked up dying?
like my boy roy but y’all n-gg-s don’t feel it,
y’all don’t think b-tches f-cking p-ssy, can kill trick
better watch these hoes, talking bout these n-gg-s
but y’all don’t know that these p-ss-es got triggers,
getting n-gg-s killed in my hood like b-tches!
f-cking with these ghetto 1 800 hoe b-tches!

ha, ha, ha, see y’all n-gg-s don’t understand,
y’all too busy watching ricki lake, and montel williams,
tripping on like, b-tches killing n-gg-s behind aids,
but see that big monkey between they legs?
get n-gg-s trapped like motherf-cking rats,
trying to get cheese, ya heard me?

you out the front door, that n-gg- 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 go to f-cking snap,
but b-tches y’all can suck a n-gg- d-ck 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-gg-s,
b-tches want that d-ck hoe y’all can feel that trigga,
17 rounds from that motherf-cking pistol,
and watch a n-gg- make a b-tch f-cking head whistle,
hoes bout that -ss, n-gg-s y’all feel me,
but p-ssy to good to be f-cking real g,
i’m from that 3rd ward, n-gg-s started banging,
b-tches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a n-gg- 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 p-ssy,
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
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 hoe sh-ll, 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 hoe su-sy,
say her p-ssy be killing n-gg-s 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 p-ssy killin n-gg-s 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 p-ssy, n-gg- i doubt it

[chorus]

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