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Now why must a buster try to act so hard? |
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Let me clear this bull as I pull niggas' hoe cards |
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The wall over your eyes, let me remove it |
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Don't claim to be a soldier when you know you can't prove it |
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Niggas talk a good game when they're lame as fuck |
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And you'se a coward like Howard, the famous duck |
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A star-struck groupie might not recognize |
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That had that ass in a tight spot checkin eyes |
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In real life you'se a midget, niggas thought you was bigger |
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Homies in the hood askin me (What's up with that nigga?) |
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If you only knew, you'd probably do somethin drastic |
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That's why I don't be kickin it, cause niggas is plastic |
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It was all about money, while I slept she spent |
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Now honey need to check what she represent |
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I still got love for em, but they need to be told |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
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Don't make me pull your hoe card |
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(Get your hands off my pocket |
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What you're handlin my pockets, nigga? |
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Get your hands off my pockets) |
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Don't make me pull your hoe card |
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(Now do everybody see these cards?) |
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(Yeah, I ain't no punk |
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I don't give a damn where I am |
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I'm gon' tell the truth) |
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[VERSE 2] |
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It always got to be one |
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Diarrhea-mouth nigga on the street who let his mouth steady run |
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411er, call him Mr. Information |
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Now how the hell do my name always come up in your conversation? |
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Spreadin gossip like a goddamn plague |
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If you don't know me, homie, then don't call Kam Craig |
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Spittin caps on your trap'll get you slapped like a hooker |
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Sweatin niggas so hard, you think they in a pressure cooker |
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I took a lotta shit, now I gotta get down |
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(All them Muslim niggas is marks) Now how that shit sound? |
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You better ask around before you come up missin |
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We got ways to handle people who don't wanna listen |
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With respect from the streets to the cell blocks |
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Somebody might find your tongue and your ears in a mailbox |
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The hell shocks a hoe and bro broke her down |
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Yes, I guess the card that was pulled was a joker clown |
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(To be a hoe) |
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Don't make me pull your hoe card |
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(He's postin, he's postin |
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...right? |
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Take the hoe, take the hoe) |
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You know that |
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Don't make me pull your hoe card |
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(Think that this is some joke?) |
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(Come on, take a card, any card) |
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(Yes |
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We gon' have to fight tonight) |
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[VERSE 3] |
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So will the real O.G.'s please stand up? |
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Swearin you a gangsta, but got the wrong hand up |
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'I put that on the hood', that's your favorite line |
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Quick to jump a gang sign and say (I'm down for mine) |
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Always talkin bout jail, the nigga ain't served one bid |
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Braggin bout what you will do, or what you done did |
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You'd be the man if we let you tell it |
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But your nuts about the size of a shot gun shell, it |
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Seems we gon' have to pull your skirt up |
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Cause I know you ain't down to kick no dirt up, word up |
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It's like a three-ring circus, all the clowns I see daily |
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Like they fresh outta Ringling Brothers, bought em in Bali |
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So let the sideshow begin, step right on in, hoe |
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Those knowin don't talk, and those who talk really don't know |
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Turnin tricks on the young and dumb |
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They hot (But goddamn, Kam, where these busters keep comin from?) |
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The word of a nerd ain't no good |
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Cause O.G.'s run the pen, and B.G.'s run the hood |
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Ain't nowhere to hide, in the streets or on the yard |
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So if you ain't a troop, somebody due to pull your hoe card |
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(Right, right, that was live |
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The director captured the essence of street life |
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In a war-type situation) |
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(Think that this some joke?) |
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(Please don't make me hurt you) |
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Don't make me pull your hoe card |
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(And we don't even have to hide |
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The moneys that we make from hookers) |
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(It's all in the cards |
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It's all in the cards, youknowmsayin?) |
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Don't make me pull your hoe card |
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(Think that this is some joke?) |
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Don't make me pull your hoe card |
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If y'all want these cards, don't take em |
