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Master P: Yo Ann, wuz up?
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Ann: Wuz up?
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Master P: Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything
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But its like this here, (what?) how come, every nigga you fool
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Wit, and shit, nigga get shot and killed, wuz up with that?
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Ann: Man nigga that shit ain't true
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Master P: Shit, well, what about Mike, what happened to him?
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Ann: Oh, that nigga? ummm, they found that motherfucker
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In a ditch somewhere
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Master P: Shit, what about, that; that other nigga Joe you used
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To fool with, what happened to him?
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Ann: Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some nigga
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some money, and you know, if you don't pay up you just get got
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Master P: Ahhh, well what about yo babydaddy, what he did?
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Ann: That motherfucker was trying to sell dope, and smoke it
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At the same fucking time, ignorant ass motherfucker,
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I'm glad he gone
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Master P: So you don't think that yo, pussy be like, yankin niggas
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know what I'm saying?
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You got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- 2x
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She got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- 3x
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I'm not dog pound but yo pussy be the bomb,
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but why every nigga that you fuck up liked up dying?
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Like my boy Roy but y'all niggas don't feel it,
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y'all don't think bitches fucking pussy, can kill trick
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Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas
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but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers,
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getting niggas killed in my hood like bitches!
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fucking with these ghetto 1 800 hoe bitches!
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Ha, ha, ha, see y'all niggas don't understand,
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y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel Williams,
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tripping on like, bitches killing niggas behind AIDS,
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but see that big monkey between they legs?
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get niggas trapped like motherfucking rats,
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trying to get cheese, ya heard me?
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You out the front door, that nigga out the back,
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that's how my partner got killed behind some cat,
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I ain't got no love for y'all hoes cause y'all tramps,
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and bitches act bad when they go to fucking snap,
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but bitches y'all can suck a nigga dick and get real,
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or better twirk something or buckle up and guard yo grill,
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cause I'm laying you hoes on the floor like niggas,
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bitches want that dick hoe y'all can feel that trigga,
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17 rounds from that motherfucking pistol,
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and watch a nigga make a bitch fucking head whistle,
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hoes bout that ass, niggas y'all feel me,
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but pussy to good to be fucking real G,
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I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
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bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
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ask a nigga to break em off to get her hair done,
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but I ain't giving a bitch nothing but some cum
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and hit and run, in the projects ballin wit my motherfucking homies,
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and all y'all bitches with that killa pussy,
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don't run up on me
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(Chorus)
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Fool I ain't Spud, but these hoes be creepin
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Late at night when a young ballas sleepin
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Bitches try to run into the safe and get my money,
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but I'll lay a bitch on the floor it ain't funny,
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like that bitch Bren-da, got my boy killed,
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like that hoe Shell, yea she tried to do O'Neal,
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and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
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talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
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bitch it ain't mine, I only fucked her once,
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I had 2 rubbers so bitch you done, and what
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About Wen-dy, and that hoe Su-sy,
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Say her pussy be killing niggas think she pack a OO-ZIE,
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but I ain't even trippin, all y'all hoes
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I watchin my back, I ain't killed behind no motherfucking cat,
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this goes to you hoes from the south to the West coast
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Even got pussy killin niggas on the East coast,
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and all y'all bitches that are bout it won't y'all shout it,
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but bitch killin me behind some pussy, nigga I doubt it
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(Chorus)
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Killa Pussy
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