Letra de Nothing To Lose (Feat. Nas) - K'naan

[Verse 1: K�naan]
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

[Hook]
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

[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 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 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
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You must front and record
A poorer oratory
Your life story corny
Yo, my Somali niggas know what war be

[Hook]
Well I paid all my dues (paid 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

[Verse 3: K�naan]
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

[Hook]
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

[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