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 men

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'
Raq
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
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 f**kin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel
And hit a buck without crashin' f**k
My drug passion got a nigga
Stashin' fast what
One love to Hillbillies
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'
Microchips in the celly
The game don't stop

Tappin' in your bank funds
With the labtop

Wanna own a block before
The ball drop

Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops
Microchips in the celly
The game don't stop
Tappin' in your bank funds
With the labtop

Wanna own a block before
The ball drop
Arab Nazi puttin' hits
On the cops

C N N  network channel
10 it's on again
Street niggas
That's grown men
Bold face gat in your face
Stay in your place
Yo crime-laced
Catch more beef than Scarface
C N N  network channel
10 it's on again
Street niggas that's grown men
Bold face gat in your face
Stay in your place
Yo crime-laced  catch more
Beef than Scarface
Court case illegal minds too late
Back in '92
I bucked toast
And got locked General Emanuel
Cell block cold crop
Go bagged up yeah by cream cop

The way the world cold dissed me
Haile Selassie  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 death of the jail stories
That's true
You cold weak
Live life on the street
While locked up
Homoed out with pink sheets
Discrete  in your cell
Shook to sleep
I wiled out  no doubt
'Til the day I'm out
Me personally

I did three kid you weak
Your station in P C
Son f**k this jail shit so tell 'em
About the streets son