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    Lord Finesse

    Pull Ya Card

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    [VERSE 1: Lord Finesse]
    I wonder how brothers heads are screwed on
    When they frontin around town with the next man jewels on
    Talkin bout they couldve been a star
    Sportin turned off beepers, drivin around in rented cars
    That only happens in America
    When you catch a brother frontin with a turned off cellular
    Out there tryin to jingle
    Like hes the muthafuckin man and got a knot full of singles
    And always half-steppin
    Cause even at a dice game niggas gotta start ass-bettin
    They have the whole plan plotted
    Till you say, "Celo, everybody pay up," they yell: ("My man gotta")
    Kickin game at random
    His favorite line is: ("Dont worry, Ima hit you off when my man come")
    And how claim he got power
    When he doesnt have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of
    And always frontin like the other kids
    Not a dime to his name and still livin in his mothers crib
    So why youre frontin like youre large?
    Dont front on me, nigga, I pull your muthafuckin card
    [CHORUS x4]
    [Large Professor] Pull they cards, yo, tell em how you feel
    I gotta it lay it on down (on the real to real)
    [VERSE 2: Lord Finesse]
    Nowadays hoes is ahead of ya
    (Why you say that?) Cause bitches be frontin on the regular
    For instance, take the neighborhood freak
    Let her get a outfit and her hair done and the bitch wont speak
    Frontin and actin all fly
    But pull up in a 535 and homegirlll be like: ("Hi...")
    Girls kick the same old song
    (As long as he got money everything is alright) Wrong
    Yo, shes all out of order
    When she barely keeps a quarter lookin for a brother to support her
    Hangin out and she stay frontin
    Wear the tightest shit and get mad when a muthafucka say somethin
    Catch homegirl walkin through
    And be like: ("Whats up shorty?") She be like: ("Who you think you talkin to?")
    Me, Im quick to say, "Walk, hoe"
    And save that conversation for a talk show
    You wanna know what Finesse think?
    I dont give sluts enough to make they muthafuckin breath stink
    Especially when they frontin like stars
    I shout ya out, bitch, and pull your muthafuckin card
    [CHORUS]
    [VERSE 3: Lord Finesse]
    Nowadays you got jerks frontin
    The softest niggas talkin bout they wanna hurt somethin
    Matter of fact, I know plenty of frauds
    The way brothers act, they deserve muthafuckin Emmy Awards
    Nowadays brothers ruin rap
    With all this murder and the killin when them niggas dont be doin that
    You startin to bore me, fellas
    Yall aint murderers, but yo, yall great fuckin storytellers
    I speak what I feel
    And if niggas aint real, then keep they fuckin lip sealed
    Because they front like vandals
    Runnin all them scandals when they softer than Tevin Campbell
    ("I kill a nigga") Thats what most say
    When they wouldnt shoot a fly off the wall if they had a can of roach spray
    So why youre frontin like youre hard?
    Dont front on me, nigga, I pull your muthafuckin card
    [ Pull Ya Card Lyrics ]
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