[ 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