K`NAAN - Nothing To Lose (Feat. Nas)

Someone called
The cops on him
Someone told his pops on him
He was talkin’ crooked
And he had some rocks on him
Tucked tucked in
his socks’s corner
Chucks chucks
And the Charlotte Hornet
Cap when he ‘flow
Then they all surprised on him
Yes he’s a fugee
But he go all Nas on ‘em
Well can’t go pras on ‘em
And he got that crossover
But he from the streets
You don’t cross over
Hut hut to the block soldiers
Buck buck to the cop vultures
Nope no I don’t know pilots
Uh nigga I know pirates
Violence the islands
Shout out to my idrens
Put your hands up
Like it’s a motherfuckin’ siren
Well I paid all my dues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shone a million shoes
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
‘Cause when you got nothing left
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You got nothing to lose
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I used to stand on
Vernon and 10
Burnin’ a spliff burner on hip
Wishing to flip a bird
Yac burning my chest
Black certainly I’m dressed
Strictly that army shit
Finish my shift
Pack gone before the dawn hit
Anything I could earn
on the strip
Turn it and flip
Watching my back
Cooking that pot
Making it stretch
Discussing with my cliq
Should we duct tape the connect
It’s rough
And K’naan knows
He had the same woes
I’m voicing my opinions
I forgot y’all was there
I ain’t know
y’all was still listenin’
Be honest I ain’t care
Y’all don’t get my innuendos
my interests
Y’all on some simple shit
Thinking I’m preachy
Yeah my church is the world
Christians sip a cup of
this holy water
Stuck at this phony border
It’s custom to enter
the main stream
You must front and record
A poorer oratory
Your life story corny
Yo my Somali niggas know
what war be
Well I paid all my dues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shone a million shoes
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
‘Cause when you got nothing left
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You got nothing to lose
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Remember when niggas said
Nas was Somalian
Baseball cap had the tags
Like a yardie and
it was written just came out
I was gnarly then
Niggas dreaded seeing me
like a Rastafarian
We didn’t know
the dresscode though
We was bargainers
The knock off filas
with the pumps
And cheap cardigans
Niggas looked corny
I admit
We was foreigners
but this corny kid
Quick the send you to the coroners
Y’all know my war story
I won’t repeat it
It’s just injury
My victory’s undefeated
Thought you knew me well
Go back and delete it
I’m in every joint this year
Orthopedic and yes
The AK’s are instruments
We do drum ‘em
I’m somewhere between
killa and king Solomon
And the shades take
half the face
We over stun ‘em and treat
obstacles like ass
We overcome ‘em
Man they really made me do this
I was peaceful like a Buddhist
But then niggas came
And screwed it up like Judas
Now I’m suited up
with Lugers Rugers
suddenly intruders
Turn around like hoola hoopers
Fucking losers
Well I paid all my dues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shone a million shoes
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
‘Cause when you got nothing left
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You got nothing to lose
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
This one’s for the world
This one’s for your girl
This one’s for your Mama
This one’s for your Nana