Lyric Channel 10
[Featuring Tragedy Aka Khadafi]
Intro:
(I m feelin this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta
just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it s a different channel son word up on
watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It s all good) Word up baby
all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin ? (Iraq)
Left
rack and all adat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up
for
life son. (check) Word up son let them know though son I feel you man
let
em know son.
Capone:
It takes nothin but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I m about to make a killin
So weed to escalate the feelin
I regulate the dealin jealous niggas hate the feelin
I stack my safe appealin jake on my trace I m peelin
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin nation kneelin
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin fast what
One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile
Playin the cuts nigga what can t stop the willy
Cops harassin niggas blastin while the day passin
Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin slug caught up in the chest gaspin
Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rappin
Hook:
Khadafi:
Microchips in the celly the game don t stop (don t stop)
Tappin in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin hits on the cops (x2)
Noreaga talking:
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man
but it
took the penile for us to click youknowhatI msayin ? (yeah y all met
up
north) KnowhatI msayin we had to meet up north (know what s real
about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we
trying
to eat knowhatI msayin ?) God degree (we got a lot of fake niggas out
man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain t bustin that heat man. Niggas just
frontin
yo they ain t bustin they heat they know who they is. (I m tellin
my...)
Know who they is. (yo word is born)
Noreaga:
C.N.N. network channel 10 it s on again
Street niggas that grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2)
Court case illegal minds too late
Back in 92 (you remember Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General Emanuel
Cell block cold crop
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
? poppie locked for posse call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the fowl motney
You were lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they comin through
Scared to death of the jail stories that s true
You cold weak live life on the street
While locked up homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt till the day I m out
Me personally what I did three kid you weak
Your station and P.A.C.
Outro:
Son fuck this jail shit so tell em about the streets son (echo)
Intro:
(I m feelin this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta
just do
it yo. (C.N.N.) Yo word up it s a different channel son word up on
watch
the channel son different plain now man. (It s all good) Word up baby
all
good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin ? (Iraq)
Left
rack and all adat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up
for
life son. (check) Word up son let them know though son I feel you man
let
em know son.
Capone:
It takes nothin but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I m about to make a killin
So weed to escalate the feelin
I regulate the dealin jealous niggas hate the feelin
I stack my safe appealin jake on my trace I m peelin
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin nation kneelin
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin fast what
One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile
Playin the cuts nigga what can t stop the willy
Cops harassin niggas blastin while the day passin
Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin slug caught up in the chest gaspin
Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rappin
Hook:
Khadafi:
Microchips in the celly the game don t stop (don t stop)
Tappin in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin hits on the cops (x2)
Noreaga talking:
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man
but it
took the penile for us to click youknowhatI msayin ? (yeah y all met
up
north) KnowhatI msayin we had to meet up north (know what s real
about all
this though that...) What real about it? (we were young we strive we
trying
to eat knowhatI msayin ?) God degree (we got a lot of fake niggas out
man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain t bustin that heat man. Niggas just
frontin
yo they ain t bustin they heat they know who they is. (I m tellin
my...)
Know who they is. (yo word is born)
Noreaga:
C.N.N. network channel 10 it s on again
Street niggas that grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface (x2)
Court case illegal minds too late
Back in 92 (you remember Juice son?)
I buc tose and got live General Emanuel
Cell block cold crop
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
? poppie locked for posse call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the fowl motney
You were lat in jail gte what what what what
Them new jacks they comin through
Scared to death of the jail stories that s true
You cold weak live life on the street
While locked up homoed with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out no doubt till the day I m out
Me personally what I did three kid you weak
Your station and P.A.C.
Outro:
Son fuck this jail shit so tell em about the streets son (echo)
