[Verse 1: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo, yo, peep the Black Moses, literature in pure dosage
From the landscape of Kuwait, jakes and vultures
Too many of us lose focus
Due to the fact that we all just a bunch of soldiers, foul cultures
Funny how the streets mold us, Allah told us
In the cages where they hold us, it's much colder
The babies follow our footsteps, the way we rep
They motto is: Leave a richer nigga dead and wet though
We learn the same jewels but it seems we forget though
(Yeah, forgot the jewels, yo)
Shoulda knew what love is before we learn what a thug is
Now we left our seeds to be raised by they mothers
I seen the hood raise brothers, killed too many of us
A thin line between the haters and the ones who love us
A thinner line from the freedom and the foul judges
In the streets where the snake niggas hold grudges
[Chorus: Nas & Tragedy Khadafi]
Music make this thug calm down (Feel that?)
Music make this thug, calm down (Calm me, what) (Take me down)
Music make this thug calm down (I don't give a fuck no more, word up)
Music make this thug, calm down (Noreaga, yo, yo)
Yeah
[Verse 2: Nas]
I know you hate to hear the drama, but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats, when they leave, we switch back
Somebody asked "Yo, how he get that with his bitch ass?"
Comin' through on the humble just to chit-chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with niggas, but know he's on to mad figures
With mad bitches, a sharp dresser
Cool nigga but about to be called out by the heart testers
Never known for bustin' his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected 'til he was grown
School he graduated, somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walkin' the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slanged the grave shifts
"I'm tired of it!" said a cat whose name I'ma leave anonymous
'Cause he might take it as some kind of diss
Anyway, he saw him drivin' up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process (Damn)
The victorian became the victim (Victim)
Thought he had a smooth nigga caught
But a smooth nigga licked him
Yo, yo, peep the Black Moses, literature in pure dosage
From the landscape of Kuwait, jakes and vultures
Too many of us lose focus
Due to the fact that we all just a bunch of soldiers, foul cultures
Funny how the streets mold us, Allah told us
In the cages where they hold us, it's much colder
The babies follow our footsteps, the way we rep
They motto is: Leave a richer nigga dead and wet though
We learn the same jewels but it seems we forget though
(Yeah, forgot the jewels, yo)
Shoulda knew what love is before we learn what a thug is
Now we left our seeds to be raised by they mothers
I seen the hood raise brothers, killed too many of us
A thin line between the haters and the ones who love us
A thinner line from the freedom and the foul judges
In the streets where the snake niggas hold grudges
[Chorus: Nas & Tragedy Khadafi]
Music make this thug calm down (Feel that?)
Music make this thug, calm down (Calm me, what) (Take me down)
Music make this thug calm down (I don't give a fuck no more, word up)
Music make this thug, calm down (Noreaga, yo, yo)
Yeah
[Verse 2: Nas]
I know you hate to hear the drama, but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats, when they leave, we switch back
Somebody asked "Yo, how he get that with his bitch ass?"
Comin' through on the humble just to chit-chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with niggas, but know he's on to mad figures
With mad bitches, a sharp dresser
Cool nigga but about to be called out by the heart testers
Never known for bustin' his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected 'til he was grown
School he graduated, somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walkin' the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slanged the grave shifts
"I'm tired of it!" said a cat whose name I'ma leave anonymous
'Cause he might take it as some kind of diss
Anyway, he saw him drivin' up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process (Damn)
The victorian became the victim (Victim)
Thought he had a smooth nigga caught
But a smooth nigga licked him
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