Pullin' Me In

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 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

Missin' the lyricism of 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 make up

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

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

Kumbaya, got you trapped in barbed wire

Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer

12 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 put it up they vein, moms raisin' caine

Abel'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

'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

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 (sin, sin, sin)