Nas - Calm Down (Street Version) lyrics

[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 Its much colder Then babies follow our footsteps the way we rep They model us leave a richer n***a dead and wet though We learn the same j**els but it seems we forget though Yeah Shoulda knew what love is before we learn what a thug is Know we left our seeds to be raised by they mothers I seen the hood raise brothers k** 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 n***as hold grudges Chorus #1 (Nas) Music make this thug calm down Music make this thug.....calm down Music make this thug calm down Music make this thuuuug.....calm down Yeah [Nas] Yo Yo 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 b**h a** Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat He used to be down on the corner with us He was born with n***as but know he's on to mad figgas With mad b**hes a sharp dresser Cool n***a but about to be called out By the heart testers never known for bustin his chrome Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown School he graduated somebody you could say had made it While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement Everybody has their ups and downs But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts "I'm tired of it!" said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process The victor had become the victim Thought he had a smooth n***a caught but a smooth n***a licked him Chorus #2 (Nas) All the way doooooown Music make these thuuuugs...calm down Music make these thugs calm down Music make these thuuuugs...calm down [Noreaga] Yo Jose Luis gotcha golden guns Frank Sinatra Amigo sancha all on the scene with binocular Fajardo Bayamon me and Ramon Chrome K-Tone back to San Juan my pops home Sit on the throne like a king of my ca' Take mine genuine laced up laid up Yo ?Que Pasa? ven aqui yo you and your hijo Perico Puerto Rico Manny's hijo Chico He kept his heat low by his feet though Came with mami chula grande cula Little menuda smoke buddah fatty bangin' plus the b**h cuta Que linda you should seened her Iraq rush ya premises the nemesis Drinkin Guinesses What! for Revelation on the Genesis The Nazis and worn papi call up Khadafi I'm on today we stayin' bent all day And put the lye out in your mug like ashtray Cabron! Castellano too many people in my cypher bloody up my visiano Too much weakness the German secret laid my pregame down You just a hijo slap you with the black heat though I'm all about my clique blowin' up people showin' up CNN What! we want the gold nothin less Buddah bless me caress me b**hes here too s** me Undress me s** me off Crunch much like a Nestle s** it off s** it off s** it off s** me off Chorus #1 and #2