Waptrick K Naan - Nothing To Lose Song Lyrics

  • [Verse 1: K’naan]

    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

    [Hook: K’naan]

    Well, I paid all my dues

    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

    Shone a million shoes

    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

    [Verse 2: Nas]

    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'


    [Verse 3: K’naan]

    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


    [Outro: K’nann]

    This one’s for the world

    This one’s for your girl

    This one’s for your mama

    This one’s for your nana

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