Lord Finesse

[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 ]