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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'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
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 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
Well I paid all my dues (paid my dues)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah