I suggest you start walkin', tell your man stop talking
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to the score, to the carnival
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Where you came from
Listen, reminiscing on nas, it ain't hard to tell
To just move back a little 'cuz it's about to get real rowdy
Watch fiends puttin' up they vein, moms raisin' Caine
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from
Closest you got to prison was seein' barson television
(What, what)
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
All y'all beats is soundin' the same, y'all rhymin' the same
All of that, to get your attention
What? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Where you came from
Talkin' 'bout, is he real in this relationship
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Where you came from
Here's a few things I been dyin' to mention
Workin' at Burger King, hustlin' dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Mag-num
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast your girl through the blouse
All the projects man, you know what I'm sayin', yo
No matter how faithful I am, y'all still have your doubts
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
Yo, yo this probably the hardest verse that I ever recite
I could never forget the underground hip hop
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Let people know you ain't forget where you came from
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
The real killers, they're standin' right over there
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for the brothers up north
Watch what you cook 'cuz you might get hooked
But yet y'all still wanted more
Talk about the Fugues, I'ma break up the make up
Put your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
Hip hop fans, y'all like the woman in my house
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
Any more beats soundin' the same, I'ma put your MPC to cell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
Kum ba ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that, kill this
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Waitin' for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
My mistress is a guitar, classical like Mozart
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Chose sell rap, but watch my back like I'm sellin' crack
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
Still feel like somebody's watching me like Rockwell
Paint murder on the wall just to show y'all some art
Before the plane, I used to take the train
To calm my nerve, I drink Vodka 180 proof
Kick a little somethin' for the street DJs
Lemme tell you somethin'
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mix tape
That's why they brought me back in this game
Every time I keep pullin' out, y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Every two lines is killin', or incarceration
But I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra, in his young years
In the front yo, they comin' yo
Dirt, dirty south, I heard they run up in your house
And y'all doin' the same videos
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
'Cuz the music industry is the same street format
L.A., I was told wear colors wherever you walk
But I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
You know the scenario, the innocent is always the first to go
Kick a little somethin' for the new Jerusalem
Or did he go pop, and on the side get a mistress
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
To bring it right back to the essence
Where you came from
Man, I miss real MCs
Where you came from
Tall tribes of Juda, deeper than books
