Lyric P A N (Pussy Ass Nigga)

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!