Pullin' Me In (Album Version)

Intro：
Yall know yall done messed up now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo real
[opera singing]
You know, you messed up, Im not laughing
All yall beats is soundin the same, yall rhymin the same
Some of yall even wearing the same jewelry
And yall doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
Thats 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, theyre 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 its about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
Ima 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, yall 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, yall 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
Im in the studio with agun in my neck its all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I dont 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, yall 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 Ima go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
All of that, to get your attention
Heres a few things I been dyin to mention
Anyone talk about guns, Ima buy the cartel
Any more beats soundin the same, Ima put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas, *It Aint Hard To Tell*
Still feel like somebodys watching me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, Ima kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, Ima break up the make up
Put your stake up, Im about to work my way back to the streets
And yall wanna bootleg cuz yall 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, yall like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am, yall 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 yall some art
And yall 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 Im 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
Ables on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
Im back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like Im sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is the same street format
I sold yall Nappy Heads, to The Score, to The Carnival
But yet yall 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