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!