Verse 1: Brother Marquis

You tried to play hard, but we pulled your cord

You're just a do-boy 'cause your boss is in charge

Tryin' to play big money, ain't it sad, ain't it funny

You're so blind you can't see that you're really playin' dummy

Gucci rags and Bronze, shinin' grills of chrome

Frontin' in a caddy you don't even own

You're soft, and you know that we know it

You try to hide it, but can't help but show it

Now the trues and vogues pull the hoes with nice figures

But on the 'ave, you're a pussy-ass nigga!



Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice

Pussy-ass nigga with pistol in hand

Comin' out of my room to the next man

It's a problem you had since you were a child

Always tryin' to be down but actin' stupid and wild

I remember way back just to be exact

We laughed at your ass when you got jacked

So, fuck-ass nigga, here's something to remember:

No matter what you try, you're a pussy-ass nigga!



Verse 3

[Kid Ice] You fix up your hoes like you fix your cars

Give 'em rag-top heads, make 'em project stars

You buy 'em Gucci bags, even Louie Baton

Spendin' all your money just to get some

[Marquis] And when you go out of town and stand on stage

Gettin' jerked by the man instead of paid

Now put a gun to your head, then pull the trigger,

Now rest in peace, pussy-ass nigga