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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' 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 crossouer 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 the idrens SongtextePut 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 duck tape the connect It's rough and K'Naan knows He had the same woes I'm voicing my optinions I forgot ya'll 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 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 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 I 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 Ya'll 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 drun 'em I'm somewhere between killa And king solomon And the shades take half the face We over stun em Obstacles And treat obstackles 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 world This one's for your girl This one's for your mama This one's for your nana Aus Songtexte Mania