capone noreaga – channel 10 lyrics
[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 n-gg-s hate the feelin’
i stack my safe appealin’ jake on my trace i’m peelin’
and what a mecca had whole f-ckin’ nation kneelin’
embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin’ f-ck
my drug p-ssion got a n-gg- stashin’ fast what
one love to hill billys run forever out to chile’
playin’ the cuts n-gg- what can’t stop the w-lly
cops har-ssin’ n-gg-s blastin’ while the day’ p-ssin’
time for action c-ck the mac what a satisfaction
shoot laughin’ slug caught up in the chest gaspin’
n-gg- 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 f-cked 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 n-gg-s out
man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. n-gg-s ain’t bustin’ that heat man. n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s 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
(f-ck 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 h-m-ed with pink sheets (b-tch n-gg-)
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 f-ck this jail sh-t so tell ’em about the streets son (echo)
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