[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 could've 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 he's the m****f***in man and got a knot full of singles
And always half-steppin
Cause even at a dice game n***** gotta start a**-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: ("Don't worry, I'ma hit you off when my man come")
And how claim he got power
When he doesn't have a pot to p*** 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 mother's crib
So why you're frontin like you're large?
Don't front on me, n****, I pull your m****f***in 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 b****** be frontin on the regular
For instance, take the neighborhood freak
Let her get a outfit and her hair done and the b**** won't speak
Frontin and actin all fly
But pull up in a 535 and homegirl'll be like: ("Hi...")
Girls kick the same old song
(As long as he got money everything is alright) Wrong
Yo, she's 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 s*** and get mad when a m****f**** say somethin
Catch homegirl walkin through
And be like: ("What's up shorty?") She be like: ("Who you think you talkin to?")
Me, I'm quick to say, "Walk, hoe"
And save that conversation for a talk show
You wanna know what Finesse think?
I don't give s**** enough to make they m****f***in breath stink
Especially when they frontin like stars
I shout ya out, b****, and pull your m****f***in card
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Lord Finesse]
Nowadays you got jerks frontin
The softest n***** talkin 'bout they wanna hurt somethin
Matter of fact, I know plenty of frauds
The way brothers act, they deserve m****f***in Emmy Awards
Nowadays brothers ruin rap
With all this murder and the killin when them n***** don't be doin that
You startin to bore me, fellas
Y'all ain't murderers, but yo, y'all great f***** storytellers
I speak what I feel
And if n***** ain't real, then keep they f***** lip sealed
Because they front like vandals
Runnin all them scandals when they softer than Tevin Campbell
("I kill a n****") That's what most say
When they wouldn't shoot a fly off the wall if they had a can of roach spray
So why you're frontin like you're hard?
Don't front on me, n****, I pull your m****f***in card
I wonder how brothers' heads are screwed on
When they frontin around town with the next man jewels on
Talkin 'bout they could've 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 he's the m****f***in man and got a knot full of singles
And always half-steppin
Cause even at a dice game n***** gotta start a**-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: ("Don't worry, I'ma hit you off when my man come")
And how claim he got power
When he doesn't have a pot to p*** 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 mother's crib
So why you're frontin like you're large?
Don't front on me, n****, I pull your m****f***in 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 b****** be frontin on the regular
For instance, take the neighborhood freak
Let her get a outfit and her hair done and the b**** won't speak
Frontin and actin all fly
But pull up in a 535 and homegirl'll be like: ("Hi...")
Girls kick the same old song
(As long as he got money everything is alright) Wrong
Yo, she's 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 s*** and get mad when a m****f**** say somethin
Catch homegirl walkin through
And be like: ("What's up shorty?") She be like: ("Who you think you talkin to?")
Me, I'm quick to say, "Walk, hoe"
And save that conversation for a talk show
You wanna know what Finesse think?
I don't give s**** enough to make they m****f***in breath stink
Especially when they frontin like stars
I shout ya out, b****, and pull your m****f***in card
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Lord Finesse]
Nowadays you got jerks frontin
The softest n***** talkin 'bout they wanna hurt somethin
Matter of fact, I know plenty of frauds
The way brothers act, they deserve m****f***in Emmy Awards
Nowadays brothers ruin rap
With all this murder and the killin when them n***** don't be doin that
You startin to bore me, fellas
Y'all ain't murderers, but yo, y'all great f***** storytellers
I speak what I feel
And if n***** ain't real, then keep they f***** lip sealed
Because they front like vandals
Runnin all them scandals when they softer than Tevin Campbell
("I kill a n****") That's what most say
When they wouldn't shoot a fly off the wall if they had a can of roach spray
So why you're frontin like you're hard?
Don't front on me, n****, I pull your m****f***in card