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Wyclef Jean lyrics Pullin Me In lyrics 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 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 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 Other Wyclef Jean lyrics: Apocalypse lyrics Guantanamera lyrics Pablo Diablo (Interlude) lyrics To All The Girls lyrics Anything Can Happen lyrics Gone 'Til November lyrics Words Of Wisdom (Interlude) lyrics Year Of The Dragon lyrics Sang Fezi lyrics Fresh Interlude lyrics Mona Lisa lyrics Street Jeopardy lyrics Killer M.C. (Interlude) lyrics Tryin' To Stay Alive lyrics Gunpowder lyrics Enter The Carnival (Interlude) lyrics Yele lyrics Closing Arguments (Interlude lyrics Jaspora lyrics Yélé lyrics Where Fugees At? lyrics Thug Angels lyrics Whitney Houston Dub Plate lyrics Something About Mary lyrics Wish You Were Here lyrics Hollyhood To Hollywood lyrics However You Want It lyrics Perfect Gentleman lyrics Runaway lyrics Da Cypha lyrics Diallo lyrics Low Income lyrics 911 lyrics It Doesn't Matter lyrics Thug Angel (Radio Edit) lyrics Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate lyrics Where Fugees At lyrics Peace God lyrics The PJ's lyrics 80 Bars lyrics You Say Keep It Gangsta lyrics Party Like I Party lyrics Oh What A Night lyrics Two Wrongs lyrics Thug Like Me lyrics Daddy lyrics Knockin' On Heaven's Door lyrics War No More lyrics Ghetto Racine (PJ's Creole Mix) lyrics Gone 'Til November (Pop Version) lyrics Cheated (To All The Girls) lyrics Cheated (Rock Remix) lyrics Chickenhead (Remix) lyrics What's Clef lyrics Bubblegoose (with South Park Kids) lyrics The Streets Are Like A Jungle lyrics Gone Til November (The Makin' Runs Remix) lyrics Rumble In The Jungle lyrics No Airplay lyrics Bubblegoose (Bakin' Cake Version) lyrics Men In Blue (No Airplay) lyrics In The Zone lyrics 25 To Life lyrics New Day lyrics New Day (Pop Radio Edit) lyrics Pussycat lyrics 1-800-Henchman lyrics Masquerade lyrics The Mix Show lyrics The Eulogy lyrics Knockin On Heaven's Door lyrics Instant Request lyrics Midnight Lovers lyrics Imagino lyrics Gangsta Cause lyrics Bubblegoose lyrics |