Wyclef Jean - Pullin' Me In Lyrics
Intro:Yall know yall done messed up now right?Mmmm mmmm, fo real[opera singing]You know, you messed up, Im not laughingAll yall beats is soundin the same, yall rhymin the sameSome of yall even wearing the same jewelryAnd yall doin the same videosShut up, you know you messed up right?Thats why they brought me back in this gameTo bring it right back to the essence, mmm hmmmOh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill thisLemme tell you somethin, [what, what]The real killers, theyre standin right over thereWaitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill youYo sedeck, do me a favor yoYo tell everybody on this side of the stageTo just move back a little cuz its about to get real rowdyIn the front yo, they comin yoI could never forget the underground hip hopIma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was brokeWorkin at burger king, hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycleAll the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin?YoHook:Every time I keep pullin out, yall keep pullin me in, sinKick a little somethin for the new jerusalemLet people know you aint forget where you came from, where you came fromEvery time I keep pullin out, yall keep pullin me in, sinKick a little somethin for the street djsLet 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 reciteIm in the studio with a gun in my neck its all rightSurrounded by gangsters, I dont know how they got hereBut I feel like the haitian frank sinatra, in his young yearsNew york, on my way to kennedy airportL.a., I was told wear colors wherever you walkDirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your houseShakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouseWhat? mcs, yall aint nothing but assassinsEvery two lines is killin, or incarcerationMurderation, closed casket cremationClosest you got to prison was seein barson televisionBut ima go long as this thug phenomenonPass me a bandanna, two shots from my mag-numAll of that, to get your attentionHeres a few things I been dyin to mentionAnyone talk about guns, ima buy the cartelAny more beats soundin the same, ima put your mpc to cellListen, reminiscing on nas, *it aint hard to tell*Still feel like somebodys watching me like rockwellTalk about diamonds, ima kidnap jacobTalk about the fugees, ima break up the make upPut your stake up, Im about to work my way back to the streetsAnd yall wanna bootleg cuz yall will get jay-zHook [variations]Kick a little something for the projects clefKick a little something for the hip hop fans[verse 2]Hip hop fans, yall like the woman in my houseNo matter how faithful I am, yall still have your doubtsTalkin bout, is he real in this relationshipOr did he go pop, and on the side get a mistressMy mistress is a guitar, classical like mozartPaint murder on the wall just to show yall some artAnd yall wanna start, and lose body partsI suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talkingYou know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to goAnd dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbowKum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed wireDope delivery, but Im the ghost writerTall tribes of juda, deeper than booksWatch what you cook cuz you might get hookedMan... I miss real mcsLike kool g rap, written in graffitiBefore the plane, I used to take the trainWatch fiends puttin up they vein, moms raisin caineAbles on the roof, cook like a gooseTo calm my nerve, I drink vodka 180 proofIm back in the shack, lay flat on my backTwo choices, sell rap or sell crackChose sell rap, but watch my back like Im sellin crackCuz the music industry is the same street formatI sold yall nappy heads, to the score, to the carnivalBut yet yall still wanted moreSince sedeck went back, came off wit a breakI blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape[beatbox]Hook [variations]Kick a little something for the brothers up north
