[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
^!$$% I know pirates

Violence the islands
Shout out to my idrens
Put your hands up like it's a mother $#&@in' 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 %#@!
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 %#@!
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