[Intro] Yall know yall done messed up now right? Mmmm mmmm, fo real You know, you messed up, Im not laughing All yall beats is sounding the same, yall rhyming the same Some of yall even wearing the same jewelry And yall doing 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 something what, what The real killers, theyre 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 its about to get real rowdy In the front yo, they coming yo I could never forget the underground hip hop Ima 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, yall keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something for the New Jerusalem Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from Every time I keep pulling out, yall keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something 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 a gun in my neck as I write 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 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, yall aint 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 Ima go long as this thug phenomenon Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Magnum All of that, to get your attention Heres a few things I been dying to mention Anyone talk about guns, Ima buy the cartel Any more beats sounding the same, Ima put your MPC to sell 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 makeup Put your stake up, Im about to work my way back to the streets And yall wanna bootleg cause yall will get JayZ [Chorus] Every time I keep pulling out, yall keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something for the projects Clef Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from Every time I keep pulling out, yall keep pulling me in, sin Kick a little something for the hip hop fans Let people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came from [Verse 2] Hip hop fans, yall like the woman in my house No matter how faithful I am, yall 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 yall some art And yall 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 Im 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 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 selling crack Cause 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 with a break I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape [Bridge Beatbox] [Chorus] Every time I keep pullin out, yall keep pullin me in, sin Kick a little something for the brothers up north 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
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