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
Traduzione: Master P. Killa Fica.
rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Wodie im hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, i got NYPD locked Im a killa
to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with
We know ways to make you talk Make you limp, when you walk Outline cats in white chalk Got fagotts askin' "Who's she?" Benz wit' it, class be E, Master P
to do this thang right we gone gone ahead and load em up one time checking in crime mob for ya motherfuckin ass put ya mutherfuckin' hands up nigga [Killa
is wrong. All ya data is off, ya info ain't valid Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced True like master p and his two brothers, Don
The dirty dozen is non-stop.. To the top from tree tops to ewoks that pop Reeboks And men with pre-ops Yo now there is 3-Pac's Master P....Thug Life
me) call me psychotic or your very closest enemy (closest enemy) there ain't no flodging cause these Memphis niggas snort p (yeah they snort p) and drink
of guns son, dipped in black My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa
black Master P Go to France and see a white boy blacker than me Suge Knight or Eazy-E, had black labels Why the rest eat the crumbs off the master's tables
my web, heat pop Niggaz cut ya dreads, cuz ya'll scared Rockin' and rollin', guns and roses Pockets is swollen, son is holding Sean P, I'm the master
(feat. Master P, Silkk the Shocker) [Master P] -Like 2Pac said, only God can judge me -But I think only black Jesus can help me [Verse 1: Kane] Six
(feat. Master P and Prime Suspects) [Master P] What's up niggas and bitches (ugh) We ain't no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (we ain't no rookies
cake-a-ho Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor You step up, I'll let you know It's MOB, BME P to the I to the M P No, I'm Southside Sorry,
tongue tiping a zipping,my zipper slapin and jabbing come nabbing and having a cross straight up I didnt have to wait up and I licked my balls, Master P
Chorus: [Master P] I'm going through some thangs These bitch ass niggas got me goin' through some thangs. I'm going through some thangs I'm going through
[Master P talking] Ugh Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali You know what I'm saying Richmond California My little partners
