nothing to lose
uh someone called the cops on him
someone told his pops on him
he was talking crooked and
he had some rocks on him
tucked tucked in his socks’ corner
chucks chucks and the charlotte hornet
cap when he flowed 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
nigga i know pirates
violence the islands
shout out to my idrens
put your hands up like
it’s a mother fuckin’ siren
well i paid all my dues
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
shone a million shoes undefined
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
‘cause when you got nothing left
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
you got nothing to lose
yeah 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 the pot
making it stretch
discussing with’ my clique
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
we fam'
well i paid all my dues
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
shone a million [shoes]undefined
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
‘cause when you got nothing left
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
you got nothing to lose
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
remember when niggas said
nas was somalian
baseball caps had the tags
like a yardie and
it was written just came out
i was gnarly then
niggas dreaded seein’ me
like a rastafarian
we didn’t know the dress code
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 to 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 yeah
shone a million shoes undefined
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
‘cause when you got nothing left
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
you got nothing to lose
yeah 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