Nothing to Lose (feat. Nas)

Uh, someone called the cops on him

Psh, someone told his pops on him

He was talkin' crooked and he had some rocks on him

Tucked, tucked in his sock's corner

Chucks, Chucks and the Charlotte Hornet

Cap, when he flowed and they all surprised on him

Yes he's a Fugee, but he got all Nas on 'em

Well, can't go prize on 'em

Uh, and you 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, ****, 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

Shined a million shoes

Yeah

'Cause when you got nothing left

Yeah

You got nothing to lose

Yeah

Yeah, sup, sup, I used to stand on Vernon and ten

Burnin' a spliff, burner on hip

Wishin' to flip a bird, yak burnin' my chest

Black shorty undress

Strictly that army shit

Finish my shift, pack, gone, before the dawn hit

Anything I could earn on the strip, turn it and flip

Watchin' my back, cookin' the pot, makin' it stretch

Discussin' with my clique, should we duct tape the connect

It's rough and K'naan knows, he had the same woes

Yo, I'm voicin' opinion, I forgot you was there

I ain't know ya'll was still listenin', be honest, I ain't care

Y'all don't get my innuendos, my interests, ya'll on some simple shit

Thinkin' 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 mainstream

You must front and record a poorer oratory

Your life story, corny

Yo, my Somali **** know what war be, we fam

Well, I paid all my dues (Paid my dues)

Yeah

(Yeah) Shined a million shoes (Hey Nas, what up?)

Yeah

(You know me, yeah) 'Cause when you got nothing left

(Rip that blue white, uh, Nas, let me get it, ha-ha, yeah, let me get it)

Yeah

You got nothing to lose

Yeah

Uh, remember when **** said Nas is Somalian? (Ha-ha)

Baseball caps had the tags, like a yardie (Oh) and

It was written just just came out, I was gnarly then

**** 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 (Uh)

**** 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 AKs are instruments, we do drum-um-um

Somewhere between killa and King Solomon

And the shades overtake half the face, we over stun 'em

And treat obstacles like ass, we overcome 'em-um

Man, they really made me do this, I was peaceful like a Buddhist

But then **** came and screwed it up like Judas

Now I'm suited up with Lugers, Rugers, suddenly intruders

Turn around like hoola hoopers, fuckin' losers

But I paid all my dues

(And I paid my dues, yeah)

Yeah

Shined a million shoes

(Difficulty's an excuse, that history never accepts)

Yeah

'Cause when you got nothing left

(So we triumph, so we triumph)

Yeah

You got nothing to lose

(Nothin' to lose, this K-9)

Yeah

('Sup, 'sup, 'sup, 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