Y'all know y'all done messed up now Fo' real You know, you messed up, I'm not All beats is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same Some of y'all even the same jewelry And y'all doin' the same Shut up, you know you up right? That's why they brought me in this game To it right back to the essence
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, that, kill this Lemme tell you (What, what) The real killers, they're right over there Waitin' for you to act like a killer, so can kill you Yo Sedeck, do me a yo Yo tell everybody on side of the stage To just move back a little 'cuz it's about to get rowdy In the front yo, comin' yo
I could forget the underground hip hop I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me I was broke Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve bicycle All the projects man, you what I'm sayin', yo
Every time I keep pullin' out, keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little for the new Jerusalem Let people know you ain't forget where you came Where you came Every I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin a little somethin' for the street DJs Let people know you ain't forget where you came Where you from
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse I ever recite I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck all right Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got But I feel like the Haitian Sinatra, in his young years New York, on my way to Kennedy L.A., I was wear colors wherever you walk Dirt, dirty south, I they run up in your house Shakespeare, no time to jive your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all nothing but assassins Every two lines is killin', or Murderation, casket cremation you got to prison was seein' barson television But I'ma go long as thug phenomenon Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my All of that, to get your Here's a few I been dyin' to mention
Anyone talk about guns, buy the cartel Any more beats the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to Still feel somebody's watching me like Rockwell Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the up Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way to the streets And y'all bootleg 'cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
Every time I keep out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin Kick a little something for the projects Let know you ain't forget where you came from you came from Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep me in, sin a little something for the hip hop fans Let people you ain't forget where you came from you came from
Hip hop fans, y'all the woman in my house No matter how I am, y'all still have your doubts 'bout, is he real in this relationship Or did he go pop, and on the side get a My mistress is a guitar, like Mozart Paint on the wall just to show y'all some art And y'all wanna start, and lose body I suggest you start walkin', tell man stop talking
You know the scenario, the innocent is the first to go And Dorothy somewhere over the rainbow Kum ba ya, got you in barbed wire Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost Tall of Juda, deeper than books Watch what you 'cuz you might get hooked Man, I real MCs Like Kool G Rap, in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin' Able's on the roof, like a goose To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my Two choices, sell rap or crack Chose sell rap, but my back like I'm sellin' crack 'Cuz the music industry is the same street
I y'all Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival But yet still wanted more Since Sedeck went back, off wit a break I blend so perfect, you would want it for your mix tape
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin a little something for the brothers up north Let people you ain't forget where you came from you came from Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all pullin' me in, sin