Pullin' Me In - Wyclef Jean

Intro:

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

Mmmm mmmm, 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, mmm hmmm

Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this

Lemme tell you somethin,

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 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

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*