Capone -n- Noreaga - Channel 10 lyrics

[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 villain Crook I'm about to make a k**in' So weed to escalate the feelin' I regulate the dealin' jealous n***as hate the feelin' I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace I'm peelin' And what a Mecca had whole f**in' nation kneelin' Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin' f** My drug pa**ion got a n***a stashin' fast what One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile' Playin' the cuts n***a what can't stop the willy Cops hara**in' n***as blastin' while the day' pa**in' Time for action co*k the mac what a satisfaction Shoot laughin' slug caught up in the chest gaspin' n***a 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) Want to own a block before the ball drop (ball drop) Arab natiz puttin' hits on the cops (x2) [Noreaga talking:] Word up son f**ed up son word up Trag. I know you know us both man but it Took the penile for us to click youknowhatI'msayin'? (yeah why'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***as out man) 7-3 and 12 j**els. n***as ain't bustin' that heat man. n***as 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***as 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 (fu*k 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 d**h of the jail stories that's true You cold weak live life on the street While locked up h*moed with pink sheets (b**h n***a) 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** this jail sh** so tell 'em about the streets son (echo)