Fake Hair Wearin’ Bitch

[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo man, whassup, man?
Tired of these [?] bitches fronting on me, know what I'm saying?
So I'mma kick the ballistics on they ass one time so they understand
You ready for this, money?
Here we go, verse one

[Verse 1: Brother Marquis]
[?] pass you by
Bitch, you change [?] every day
Oh, why don't you tell me, please
Why you live your fucking life this wack
Yes, I'm dissing, when I say
Bitch, you need some fucking help
To find out who you really are, just search inside yourself
(Be yourself!)
Your hair ain't grew from short to long
Is it yours? I have my doubts
Your eyes ain't changed from brown to blue
Bitch, you need to take your shit out
You always talking about where you been
And who you know, like I ain't shit
Werll, you need to shut your fucking mouth
And just suck my dick (Bitch!)
Looking down your nose, like you're some superstar
Jocking every muthafucka who drives by in a fancy car
I remember the days when you wouldn't even look at me
Now you're on my dick now that you found out I'm Marquis?

[Chorus]
You fake-hair wearing bitch
You know you on my dick
Now why you wanna front on me?
Just because your hair ain't real
Don't think that I don't know the deal
And just because your eyes ain't real
Don't think that I don't know the deal

[Verse 2: Mark Sexx]
I spend my fucking money, invest my fucking time
And bitch, you gonna front on me!? (tell 'em, money)
I took you on a date, I spent a hundred dollars a plate
And now I want some pussy, bitch you yelling "date rape"!

[Chorus]
You fake-hair wearing bitch
You know you on my dick
Now why you wanna front on me?

[Verse 3: Mark Sexx]
[?] fucking ho
At the Broadway show
I asked you for a kiss goodnight
And bitch, you tell me no
Fuck you!

[Verse 4: Mr. Mixx]
Fake-hair wearing bitches, y'all know they ain't shit
[?] taking a quick slick lick on Mr. Mixx's big black dick

[Verse 5: Fresh Kid Ice]
Now stunts get happy when I walk into the place
Because they know that on that night I'm gonna come all in their face
Walking around the party, with your drawers up in your ass
Trying to front on me like you got some fucking class?
The way you carry yourself, it's a muthafucking shame
You give all the hoes in the world a bad fucking name
Miss High and Mighty, that's what you think you are
Now, come on, suck this dick, bitch, you know I'm a star

[Chorus]
You fake-hair wearing bitch
You know you on my dick
Now why you wanna front on me?
(Sing this muthafucka with me now)

[Verse 6: Mark Sexx]
[?] fucking ho
At the Broadway show
I asked you for a kiss goodnight
And bitch, you tell me no

[Chorus]
You fake-hair wearing bitch
You know you on my dick
Now why you wanna front on me?
(Just because your hair ain't real, come on)
Just because your hair ain't real
(Just because your hair ain't real)
Don't think that I don't know the deal
Just because your eyes ain't real
(Just because your eyes ain't real)
Don't think that I don't know the deal

[Verse 7: Mark Sexx]
[?] your ass [?]
I can read your fucking brain
You look like [?]
[?] with a train
Your ass is fucking ugly
You need to slob my knob
[?] your fucking face with a [?] doorknob

[Chorus]
You fake-hair wearing bitch
You know you on my dick
Now why you wanna front on me?

[Verse 8: Shah]
You fucking sloppy, stinking, low-down-dirty fucking ho
Every-muthafucking-body knows you good to go
So suck my dick and kiss my ass
And bitch you ain't got a bit of fucking class
You bitch