Pullin Me In Lyrics - The Ecleftic: 2 Sides Ii A Book - Wyclef Jean

"(Intro:) 

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

Mmmm mmmm, fo' real 

(opera singing) 

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, mmm hmmm 

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, youknowwhatimsayin? 

Yo 

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(HOOK:) 

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 aint 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 aint forget where you came from, where you came from 

(Verse 1) 

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 aint 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 Aint 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 cuz y'all will get Jay-Z 

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(HOOK (variations) 

Kick a little something for the projects Clef 

Kick a little something for the hip hop fans 

(Verse 2) 

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 mixtape 

(beatbox) 

(HOOK (variations) 

Kick a little something for the brothers up north"