Pussy Killz

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Crazy (Crazy), ah (Ah) Yo, pussy kill me... Huh... (Huh...), yeah... (Yeah...) yeah.. Huh, huh, huh, huh.. [Verse 1] Pussy killed me when I was born (What?) Pardon me, I'll rephrase it – Departed mommy's womb, decaying I look at the bright side The fact that I got a life side "Born '73, September – right, Nas?" (True) Virgo child, the first thing I learn is money makes the world go 'round On this small planet, it's ten women to one man, I wonder how we manage To say vows and walk a straight line in marriage Niggas is some nasty creatures (Word) Bitches even nastier They throw it at your boy, and it's hard for me to pass it up Freaky hoes, lick a nigga's ass and nuts Stupid bitch bragging 'til her baby dad went nuts (Stupid bitch) Now he looking for me, two cars deep Rolling up on niggas, barrel out the window, asking, "You Nas peeps?" I can't have that, 2 four-fives – nigga, grab that Pass it to me, sucker-for-love niggas, I blast at I swear my dick is gonna get me in trouble I pissing bubbles I thought I felt a sharp pain, better stick to rubbers When laying hooker after hooker, day out and day in Watch out for diseases, the doctors can't name 'em Just a thought: we all fuck the same chicks Some play like they innocent, fucking entertainers And basketball players, the bitch is a ho But still some of y'a'll will save her, put your dick in her throat You just the nigga that done wifed her (Huh?) She drove you crazy, now your monkey ass wanna shoot the pimp that pipes her She had your baby (Damn) – now you a life-er And suicide notes you write her Pussy kills [Chorus] Oh, what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Back shots'll keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy kills Oh, what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Back shots'll keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy kills [Verse 2] My nigga James got married, same girl he went to school with Nice girl, nerd with glasses He was too stuck – studied for her Masters Part time nurse; I'd tell you how superb the ass is But who's looking? I mean... That's my man, maybe I just took a peek Maybe I wondered what it would be like – sike 'Cause James and me, like I was with AZ, like Luke and Han Solo Fucking with niggas' girls' forbidden, that's a no-no It's death, and we real niggas, civilized Gods And there ain't too many niggas like Nas I'm trustworthy; plus, I know a dude that caught his wife cheating Killed his baby, killed his wife, and took his own life, even Happy for James, 'cause real bitches hard to come by, this nigga found one I told him he's lucky, we clown some Rolling up dutchies, while watching Roy Jones in round one – He froze Put his face to the TV, 'bout an inch close "Move out the way, nigga, fuck's the matter with you, you blind?" He pointed to the front row, thought he was losing his mind She 'posed to be with her sick mother, left for the weekend Was stressed when she was leaving Now she's next to some nigga, cheesing He's having trouble breathing {*gasping for air, coughing*} He pictured 'em making noises, grinding him, and kissing him Yelling, "Ain't no telling where her lips have been!" Left her foul messages, she came home no lesser than Ten minutes later, then they start wrestling and screaming She said she missed her flight that evening She never left, she wasn't at that fight, you speeding That's Vegas, this is New York – you bugging I held up my hand for a dap, but he wouldn't touch it I'm like, "When you started acting like that? This is dumbness" Gave me a crazy look and started swinging punches I ducked, couldn't believe it, the nigga so whipped He got his gat and started squeezing, hit two policemen Neighbors dialed 9-1-1, they heard the thumping Wounded cops kicked in the door and started dumping Me and his wife dip to the floor, she smiled strange My comrade was breathing no more, they killed James [Chorus] Oh what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Back shots'll keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy kills Oh what a thrill Inside a bitch feel Gotta be strong to handle it, it's real Pussy kills Back shots'll keep a nigga open Bitch'll have a nigga's gun smoking Huh, pussy kills