Key: G major•
Verse 1
now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
You know, you messed up,
I'm not laughing
And y'all doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
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back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence,
Oh yeah, and all this kill
this, kill that, kill this
Lemme tell you somethin,
[what, what]
The real killers,
so they can kill you
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side of the stage
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in the front yo, they comin yo
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knew me when I was broke
youknowwhatimsayin?
Verse 2
Yo
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Every time I keep pullin out,
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y'all keep pullin me in, sin
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Kick a little somethin for
the New Jerusalem
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Let people know you aint forget
where you came from,
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where you came from
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y'all keep pullin me in, sin
where you came from
Verse 3
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verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra,
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in his young years
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New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
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L.A., I was told wear colors
wherever you walk
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Dirt, dirty south,
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast
your girl through the blouse
nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin,
or incarceration
cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein
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barson television
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But I'ma go long as
this thug phenomenon
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two shots from my Mag- num
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All of that, to get your at tention
Anyone talk about guns,
Any more beats soundin the same, I'ma
put your MPC to cell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas,
"It Aint Hard To Tell"
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Still feel like somebody's watching
me like Rockwell
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Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break
my way back to the streets
Verse 4
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Every time I keep pullin out,
where you came from,
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Every time I keep pullin out,
y'all keep pullin me in, sin
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Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
Let people know you aint forget
Verse 5
where you came from
y'all like the woman in my house
y'all still have your doubts
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Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
classical like Mozart
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And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
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tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario,
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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
Man... I miss real MCs
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Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
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Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein,
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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,
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lay flat on my back
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but watch my back like I'm sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is
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the same street format
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,
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that you would want it for your
mixtape
Verse 6
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Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin
me in, sin
Kick a little something for
the brothers up north
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Let people know you aint forget
y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Kick a little something for the brothers
up north
Let people know you aint forget
where you came from,
Outro 1
where you came from
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