| Song | Channel 10 |
| Artist | Capone-N-Noreaga |
| Album | Channel 10 |
| 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: | |
| 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 | |
| 73 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: | |
| 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 |