เพลง Nothing To Lose

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 therewas

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 my

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 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