Tragedy Khadafi – Calm Down (Instrumental) (Prod. By EZ Elpee) | Throwback Thursdays

[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 & Khadafi]
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

[Verse 2: 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 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
[Chorus: Nas & Khadafi]
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)

[Verse 3: Noreaga]
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)
[Chorus: Nas & Khadafi]
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)

[Outro: Khadafi]
Yeah, CNN, 2-5