[VERSE 1]

Now why must a buster try to act so hard?

Let me clear this bull as I pull niggas' hoe cards

The wall over your eyes, let me remove it

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

Niggas talk a good game when they're lame as fuck

And you'se 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'se a midget, niggas thought you was bigger

Homies in the hood askin me (What's up with that nigga?)

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

That's why I don't be kickin it, cause niggas 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 hoe card



(Get your hands off my pocket

What 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 punk

I don't give a damn where I am

I'm gon' tell the truth)



[VERSE 2]

It always got to be one 

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

411er, call him Mr. 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 caps on your trap'll get you slapped like a hooker

Sweatin niggas so hard, you think they in a pressure cooker

I 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 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 hoe and bro broke her down

Yes, 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 that

Don't make me pull your hoe card



(Think that this is some joke?)

(Come on, take a card, any card)

(Yes

We 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 line

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

Always talkin bout jail, the nigga 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 nuts about the size of a shot gun shell, 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, bought em in Bali

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

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 O.G.'s run the pen, and B.G.'s run the hood

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

So if you ain't a troop, somebody due to pull your hoe card



(Right, right, that was live

The director captured the essence of street life

In 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 hide

the moneys that we make from hookers)

(It's all in the cards

It'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 card



If y'all want these cards, don't take em