Pull Ya Hoe Card

Now why must a buster try to act so hard?

Let me clear this bull as I pull ****' ho cards

The wool over your eyes, let me remove it

Don't claim to be a soldier when you know you can't prove it

**** talk a good game when they lame as fuck

And you's a coward like Howard, the famous duck

A star-struck groupie might not recognize

That had that ass in a tight spot, checkin' eyes

In real life you's a midget, **** thought you was bigger

Homies in the hood askin' me, "What's up with that ****?"

If you only knew, you'd probably do something drastic

That's why I don't be kickin' it, 'cause **** is plastic

It was all about money, while I slept, she spent

Now honey need to check what she represent

I still got love for 'em, but they need to be told

All that glitters ain't gold

Don't make me pull your ho card

Don't make me pull your ho card

Now do everybody see these cards?

It always got to be one

Diarrhea-mouth **** on the street who let his mouth steady run

411 or call him mister information

Now how the hell do my name always come up in your conversation?

Spreadin' gossip like a goddamn plague

If you don't know me, homie, then don't call Kam, Craig

Spittin' cap from your trap'll get you slapped like a hooker

Sweatin' **** so hard, think they in a pressure cooker

I took a lotta shit, now I gotta get down

(All them Muslim **** is marks) Now how that shit sound?

You better ask around 'fore you come up missin'

We got ways to handle people who don't wanna listen

With respect from the streets to the cell blocks

Somebody might find your tongue and your ears in a mailbox

The hell shocks a ho and bro broke her down

Yes, I guess the card that was pulled was a joker clown

Don't make me pull your ho card

Don't make me pull your ho card

So will the real OGs please stand up?

Swearin' you a gangsta, but got the wrong hand up

I put that on the hood, that's your favorite line

Quick to chuck a gang sign and say ("I'm down for mine")

Always talkin' 'bout jail, the **** ain't served one bid

Braggin' 'bout what you will do, or what you done did

You'd be the man if we let you tell it

But your nut's about the size of a shotgun pellet

Well, it seems we gon' have to pull your skirt up

'Cause I know you ain't down to kick no dirt up, word up

It's like a three-ring circus, all the clowns I see daily

Like they fresh outta Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey

So let the sideshow begin, step right on in, ho

Those knowin' don't talk, and those who talk really don't know

Turnin' tricks on the young and dumb, they hot

(But goddamn, Kam, where these busters keep comin' from?)

The word of a nerd ain't no good

'Cause OGs run the pen and BGs run the hood

Ain't nowhere to hide, in the streets or on the yard

So if you ain't a true, somebody due to pull your ho card

Right, right, that was live

The director captured the essence of street life

In a horror-type situation

Don't make me pull your ho card

Don't make me pull your ho card

Don't make me pull your ho card

If you don't want these cards, don't take 'em