E-A-Ski - 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 n***as' hoe 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 n***as talk a good game when they're lame as f** And you'se a coward like Howard, the famous duck A star-struck groupie might not recognize That had that a** in a tight spot, checkin' eyes In real life you'se a midget, n***as thought you was bigger Homies in the hood askin me (What's up with that n***a?) If you only knew, you'd probably do somethin' drastic That's why I don't be kickin' it, 'cause n***as 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 hand out my pocket! What your hand doin' my pocket, n***a? Get your hand out my pocket! Get your hand out my pocket!) 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 n***a on the street who let his mouth steady run 411 or 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' n***as so hard, you think they in a pressure cooker I took a lotta sh**, now I gotta get down (All them m**m n***as is marks) Now how that sh** 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 s'posed to...he's s'posed take the money...) (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, pick a 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 chunk a gang sign and say (I'm down for mine) Always talkin' bout jail, the n***a 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 shotgun pellet 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, 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 true somebody due to pull your hoe card (Right, right, that was live The director captured the essence of street life in a horror-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 you don't want these cards, don't take 'em