Nothing To Lose featuring Nas

Uh someone called the cops on him Psh 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 flow then they all surprised on him Yes, he's a Fugee but he go all Nas on em Well, can't got Pras on em Uh, and he got that crossover But he from the street 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 mothafuckin siren Well I paid all my dues, yeah Shone a million shoes, yeah ‘Cause when you go nothing left, yeah You got nothing to lose, 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 Discussion with my cliq should we duck tape the connect It's rough and, K'naan knows, he had the same woes (Yap) I'm voicing my opinions, I forgot ya'll was there I ain't know ya'll was still listenin, be honest I ain't care Ya'll don't get my innuendos, my interests, ya'll 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 (Yea paid my dues) Shone a million shoes, yeah (K'naan what up! You know me,) ‘Cause when you go nothing left, yeah (rep that Blue & White) You got nothing to lose, yeah (uhh, Nas let me get em, let me get em) 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 seeing me like a Rastafarian We didn't know the dress code though We was bargainers, the knockoff 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 Ya'll know my war story, I won't repeat it It's just a 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 AKs 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, umm 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 Hula hoopers fucking losers Well I paid all my dues, yeah (and I paid my dues) Shone a million shoes, yeah (difficulty is an excuse, that history) (never accepts) ‘Cause when you go nothing left, yeah (so we triumph) You got nothing to lose, yeah (nothing to lose It's K'naan What's up) (What's up What's up Yea) This one's for the world This one's for your girl This one's for your mama This one's for your nana