Pullin Me In Lyrics

Pullin Me In lyrics

Y'all know y'all done messed up now right? Fo' real

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



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, you know what I'm sayin', yo



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 ain't 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 ain't forget where you came from

Where you came from



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 ain't 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 ain't hard to tell

Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell

Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob

Talk about the Fugues, 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



Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' 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 pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' 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



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 mix tape



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