Letras:
Master P Killa Pussy

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

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 and

: Greetings, earthlings. Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!) Chorus: repeat 2X D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked

O, Di-di-Dirty Bastard Gizza gizza, ga gizza gizz ga, Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah The GZA, The Genius Mizza mizza mizza, M E T H O D Man Straight up, Masta Killa

' dimes or rhymes Cold hearts, shootouts and fast cars 'Til I'm behind bars or in the graveyard Blast a foe for capital, the master flow Is masterful

killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight A nigga gonna die tonight Somebody gone die tonight Get all my niggaz,time to ride tonight Disrespect a killa

the top nigga the stats 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

Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise Mic, turntables, style psychosis pain and penis Deranged cadence kills

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