[Verse 1: K’ n aan] 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: 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 dress