Nothing to Lose - K'naan

[Verse 1:]

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:]

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:]

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'

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

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

[Hook]

[Outro:]

This one’s for the world

This one’s for your girl

This one’s for your mama

This one’s for your nana