Master P: Yo Ann, wuz up?
Ann: Wuz up?
Master P: sh** girl I know you got it going on and everything
But its like this here, (what?) how come, every n***a you fool
Wit, and sh**, n***a get shot and k**ed, wuz up with that?
Ann: Man n***a that sh** ain't true
Master P: sh**, well, what about Mike, what happened to him?
Ann: Oh, that n***a? ummm, they found that motherf**er
In a ditch somewhere
Master P: sh**, what about, that; that other n***a Joe you used
To fool with, what happened to him?
Ann: Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some n***a
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**er was trying to sell dope, and smoke it
At the same f**ing time, ignorant a** motherf**er
I'm glad he gone
Master P: So you don't think that yo, p**y be like, yankin n***as
Know what I'm saying?
You got that k**a p**y, k**a p**y, k**a p**y- 2x
She got that k**a p**y, k**a p**y, k**a p**y- 3x
I'm not dog pound but yo p**y be the bomb
But why every n***a that you f** up liked up dying?
Like my boy Roy but y'all n***as don't feel it
Y'all don't think b**hes f**ing p**y, can k** trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these n***as
But y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers
Getting n***as k**ed in my hood like b**hes!
f**ing with these ghetto 1 800 ho b**hes!
Ha, ha, ha, see y'all n***as don't understand
Y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel Williams
Tripping on like, b**hes k**ing n***as behind AIDS
But see that big monkey between they legs?
Get n***as trapped like motherf**ing rats
Trying to get cheese, ya heard me?
You out the front door, that n***a out the back
That's how my partner got k**ed behind some cat
I ain't got no love for y'all hoes cause y'all tramps
And b**hes act bad when they go to f**ing snap
But b**hes y'all can s** a n***a 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 n***as
b**hes want that dick ho y'all can feel that trigga
17 rounds from that motherf**ing pistol
And watch a n***a make a b**h f**ing head whistle
Hoes bout that a**, n***as y'all feel me
But p**y to good to be f**ing real G
I'm from that 3rd ward, n***as started banging
b**hes running up, in cars cause we hanging
Ask a n***a to break em off to get her hair done
But I ain't giving a b**h nothing but some cum
And hit and run, in the projects ballin wit my motherf**ing homies
And all y'all b**hes with that k**a p**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**hes try to run into the safe and get my money
But I'll lay a b**h on the floor it ain't funny
Like that b**h Bren-da, got my boy k**ed
Like that ho Shell, yea she tried to do O'Neal
And what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me
Talking that sh** about she might have my ba-by
b**h it ain't mine, I only f**ed her once
I had 2 rubbers so b**h you done, and what
About Wen-dy, and that ho Su-sy
Say her p**y be k**ing n***as think she pack a OO-ZIE
But I ain't even trippin, all y'all hoes
I watchin my back, I ain't k**ed behind no motherf**ing cat
This goes to you hoes from the south to the West coast
Even got p**y k**in n***as on the East coast
And all y'all b**hes that are bout it won't y'all shout it
But b**h k**in me behind some p**y, n***a I doubt it
(Chorus)