Kam - Pull Ya Hoe Card Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ]Now why must a buster try to act so hard?Let me clear this bull as I pull niggas' hoe cardsThe wall over your eyes, let me remove itDon't claim to be a soldier when you know you can't prove itNiggas talk a good game when they're lame as *****And you'se a coward like Howard, the famous duckA star-struck groupie might not recognizeThat had that ass in a tight spot checkin eyesIn real life you'se a midget, niggas thought you was biggerHomies in the hood askin me (What's up with that nigga?)If you only knew, you'd probably do somethin drasticThat's why I don't be kickin it, cause niggas is plasticIt was all about money, while I slept she spentNow honey need to check what she representI still got love for em, but they need to be toldAll that glitters ain't goldDon't make me pull your hoe card(Get your hands off my pocketWhat you're handlin my pockets, nigga?Get your hands off my pockets)Don't make me pull your hoe card(Now do everybody see these cards?)(Yeah, I ain't no punkI don't give a damn where I amI'm gon' tell the truth)[ VERSE 2 ]It always got to be oneDiarrhea-mouth nigga on the street who let his mouth steady run411er, call him Mr. InformationNow how the hell do my name always come up in your conversation?Spreadin gossip like a goddamn plagueIf you don't know me, homie, then don't call Kam CraigSpittin caps on your trap'll get you slapped like a hookerSweatin niggas so hard, you think they in a pressure cookerI took a lotta shit, now I gotta get down(All them Muslim niggas is marks) Now how that shit sound?You better ask around before you come up missinWe got ways to handle people who don't wanna listenWith respect from the streets to the cell blocksSomebody might find your tongue and your ears in a mailboxThe hell shocks a hoe and bro broke her downYes, I guess the card that was pulled was a joker clown(To be a hoe)Don't make me pull your hoe card(He's postin, he's postin...right?Take the hoe, take the hoe)You know thatDon't make me pull your hoe card(Think that this is some joke?)(Come on, take a card, any card)(YesWe gon' have to fight tonight)[ VERSE 3 ]So will the real O.G.'s please stand up?Swearin you a gangsta, but got the wrong hand up'I put that on the hood', that's your favorite lineQuick to jump a gang sign and say (I'm down for mine)Always talkin bout jail, the nigga ain't served one bidBraggin bout what you will do, or what you done didYou'd be the man if we let you tell itBut your nuts about the size of a shot gun shell, itSeems we gon' have to pull your skirt upCause I know you ain't down to kick no dirt up, word upIt's like a three-ring circus, all the clowns I see dailyLike they fresh outta Ringling Brothers, bought em in BaliSo let the sideshow begin, step right on in, hoeThose knowin don't talk, and those who talk really don't knowTurnin tricks on the young and dumbThey hot (But goddamn, Kam, where these busters keep comin from?)The word of a nerd ain't no goodCause O.G.'s run the pen, and B.G.'s run the hoodAin't nowhere to hide, in the streets or on the yardSo if you ain't a troop, somebody due to pull your hoe card(Right, right, that was liveThe director captured the essence of street lifeIn a war-type situation)(Think that this some joke?)(Please don't make me hurt you)Don't make me pull your hoe card(And we don't even have to hidethe moneys that we make from hookers)(It's all in the cardsIt's all in the cards, youknowmsayin?)Don't make me pull your hoe card(Think that this is some joke?)Don't make me pull your hoe cardIf y'all want these cards, don't take em
