Tragedy Khadafi - 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) Lefrak and alladat 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 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 with a MAC I had the 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 Hillbillies, 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 laptop (laptop) Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop) Arab Nazi 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 penal 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***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's grown men Bold face gat in your face stay in your place Yo crime-laced, catch more beef than Scarface (x2) Court case illegal minds too late Back in '92 (you remember Juice son?) I bucked toast and got locked General Emanuel Cell block cold crop Go bagged up weak by cream cop (fu*k THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me Haile Sela**ie, Papi, locked with posse, call up Khadafi Collect call from Arab Nazi, the Foul Mahdi You relate in jail gate (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 out with pink sheets (b**h n***a!) Discrete, in your cell, shook to sleep I wiled out, no doubt, 'til the day I'm out Me personally, (what!) I did three kid you weak Your station in P.C Outro: Son f** this jail sh** so tell 'em about the streets son (echo)