Nas, N.O.R.E., Tragedy Khadafi - Calm Down lyrics

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

Music make this thug calm down (Feel that?)
Music make this thug, calm down
(Calm me, what)
Music make this thug calm down
(I don't give a fuck no more)
Music make this thug, calm down (Noreaga)
Yeah

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 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 'till 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'mma leave anonymous
'Cuz 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 victor had become the victim (Dictim)
Thought he had a smooth nigga caught
But a smooth nigga licked him

All the way down
Music make this thug, calm down
(Calm me, what)
Music make this thug calm down
(Calm us down, dunn)
Music make this thug, calm down (Word)

Yo, Jose Luis Gacha
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 pop's 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 magnifico chico
He kept his heat low by his feet though
Came with mami chula grande cula
Little menuda smoke buddah
Fatty bangin' plus the bitch 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
Amor de Rey, 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
Bitches here to sex me
Undress me, suck me off
Crunch much like a Nestle
(Suck it off, suck it off, suck it off
Suck me off)

Music make this thug calm down
(Make me what?)
Music make this thug calm down (Take me down)
Music make this thug calm down
(What? yeah, what)
Music make this thug calm down (Make me what)
All the way down music make
These thugs calm down
Music make this thug calm down (yeah)
Music make this thug calm down (Take me down)

Yeah, CNN, 2-5