[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 $$#assins
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
!@^( 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