Pullin' Me In              
             
Intro: 
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right? 
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real 
[opera singing] 
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing 
All y'all beats is soundin the same, y'all rhymin the same 
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry 
And y'all doin the same videos 
Shut up, you know you messed up right? 
That's why they brought me back in this game 
To bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmm 
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this 
Lemme tell you somethin, [what, what] 
The real killers, they're standin right over there 
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you 
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo 
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage 
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy 
in the front yo, they comin yo 
I could never forget the underground hip hop 
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke 
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle 
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? 
Yo 

HOOK: 
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin 
Kick a little somethin for the New Jerusalem 
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from 
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin me in, sin 
Kick a little somethin for the street DJs 
Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from 

[Verse 1] 
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite 
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right 
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here 
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years 
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport 
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk 
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house 
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse 
What? MCs, y'all aint nothing but assassins 
Every two lines is killin, or incarceration 
Murderation, closed casket cremation 
Closest you got to prison was seein barson television 
But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon 
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num 
All of that, to get your attention 
Here's a few things I been dyin to mention 
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel 
Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell 
Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell* 
Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell 
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob 
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break up the make up 
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets 
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z 

HOOK [variations] 
Kick a little something for the projects Clef 
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans 

[Verse 2] 
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house 
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts 
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship 
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress 
My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart 
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art 
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts 
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking 
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go 
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow 
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire 
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer 
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books 
Watch what you cook cuz you might get hooked 
Man... I miss real MCs 
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti 
Before the plane, I used to take the train 
Watch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caine 
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose 
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof 
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back 
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack 
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin crack 
Cuz the music industry is the same street format 
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival 
But yet y'all still wanted more 
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break 
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape 

[beatbox] 

HOOK [variations] 
Kick a little something for the brothers up north


             
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