Tonart: G major•
Verse 1
G
Y'all know y'all done messed up
now right?
Mmmm mmmm, fo' real
You know, you messed up,
I'm not laughing
C
All y'all beats is soundin the same,
Bm
Some of y'all even wearing
And y'all doin the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
C
That's why they brought me
G
Bm
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,
Bm
they're standin right over there
G
Waitin for you to act like a killer,
so they can kill you
Bm
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
G
Yo tell everybody on this
Bm
C
side of the stage
Bm
To just move back a little cuz it's
G
about to get real rowdy
Bm
C
in the front yo, they comin yo
Bm
I could never forget the
F
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that
C
G
knew me when I was broke
G
hustlin dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
youknowwhatimsayin?
Verse 2
Yo
Bm
C
Every time I keep pullin out,
Bm
C
y'all keep pullin me in, sin
Cm
Bm
Kick a little somethin for
the New Jerusalem
Cm
C
Let people know you aint forget
where you came from,
Cm
Bm
where you came from
Cm
Every time I keep pullin out,
C
Bm
y'all keep pullin me in, sin
C
Kick a little somethin for
Cm
Let people know you aint forget
where you came from
Verse 3
Bm
Cm
C
verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun
G
in my neck it's all right
Bm
Surrounded by gangsters,
C
I don't know how they got here
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra,
G
Bm
in his young years
G
C
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
Bm
C
L.A., I was told wear colors
wherever you walk
G
Bm
Dirt, dirty south,
C
I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast
your girl through the blouse
Bm
What? MCs, y'all aint
nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killin,
or incarceration
C
Murderation, closed casket
cremation
Closest you got to prison was seein
G
C
barson television
Bm
C
But I'ma go long as
this thug phenomenon
C
Bm
two shots from my Mag- num
C
Bm
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"
Bm
C
Still feel like somebody's watching
me like Rockwell
Bm
C
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees, I'ma break
C
Put your stake up, I'm about to work
my way back to the streets
Bm
And y'all wanna bootleg
G
cuz y'all will get Jay- Z
Verse 4
Bm
C
Every time I keep pullin out,
Bm
y'all keep pullin me in, sin
F#m
Kick a little something for
C
Let people know you aint forget
where you came from,
C
G
Every time I keep pullin out,
y'all keep pullin me in, sin
C
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
Bm
No matter how faithful I am,
y'all still have your doubts
C
Talkin bout, is he real in this relationship
C
and on the side get a mistress
Bm
My mistress is a guitar,
classical like Mozart
C
Paint murder on the wall just
Bm
to show y'all some art
Cm
C
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
Bm
I sug gest you start walkin,
C
G
tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario,
Bm
the innocent is always the first to go
G
Bm
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
C
Watch what you cook cuz
Bm
you might get hooked
Man... I miss real MCs
C
G
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Bm
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends puttin up they vein,
C
G
Bm
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,
C
Bm
lay flat on my back
G
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
C
Bm
but watch my back like I'm sellin crack
Cuz the music industry is
C
G
the same street format
Bm
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,
B
Bm
that you would want it for your
mixtape
Verse 6
Bm
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep pullin
me in, sin
Kick a little something for
the brothers up north
C
Bm
Let people know you aint forget
Bm
Every time I keep pullin out,
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
Bm
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