Pullin’ Me In

Lyrics

[Intro] Y'all know y'all done messed up now right? Mmmm mmmm, fo' real You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing All y'all beats is sounding the same, y'all rhyming the same Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry And y'all doing 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 something (what, what) The real killers, they're standing right over there Waiting 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 'cause it's about to get real rowdy In the front yo, they coming yo I could never forget the underground hip hop I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke Working at Burger King, hustling dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? Yo [Chorus] Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something for the New Jerusalem Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something for the street DJs Let people know you ain't 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 as I write 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 watch the colors you wear when 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 ain't nothing but assassins Every two lines is killing', or incarceration Murderation, closed casket cremation Closest you got to prison was seeing "OZ" on television But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Magnum All of that, to get your attention Here's a few things I been dying to mention Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel Any more beats sounding the same, I'ma put your MPC to sell Listen, reminiscing on Nas, It Ain't 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 makeup Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets And y'all wanna bootleg 'cause y'all will get Jay-Z [Chorus] Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something for the projects Clef Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from Every time I keep pulling out, y'all keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something for the hip hop fans Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from [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 Talking '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 walking', 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 Twelve tribes of Judah, deeper than books Watch what you cook 'cause 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 putting up they vein, moms raising 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 selling crack 'Cause 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 with a break I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape [Bridge: Beatbox] [Chorus] Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little something for the brothers up north Let people know you ain't forget where you came from, where you came from Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin