Calm Down

Lyrics

[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 [Chorus: Nas & Noreaga] All the way down Music make this thug, calm down Music make this thug calm down (Calm us down, dunn, word) Music make this thug, calm down (Word, peep it) Yeah [Verse 3: 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 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 seent her Iraq, rush your premises, the nemesis Drinkin' Guinesses, what! From Revelation to Genesis The Nazis, they warn papi, call up Khadafi Amor de Rey, we stayin' bent all day And put the lah 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) [Chorus: Nas & Tragedy Khadafi] Music make this thug calm down (Make me what?) Music make this thug, calm down (Take me down, take me down) Music make this thug calm down (Make me what? Yeah, what) Music make this thug, calm down (Make me what, calm me down, take me down) All the way down (Yeah) Music make these thugs calm down (Make me what? Calm me down) Music make these thugs calm down (Take me down) Music make these thugs calm down (Make me what? Yeah, yeah) [Outro: Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah, CNN, 2-5, yeah, yeah LFC, yeah, QB, NY, yeah, yeah