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)
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