- Capone-N-Noreaga Channel 10 歌詞
- Capone-N-Noreaga
- Im feelin this here
Yeah son feel it man word up son
You gotta just do
It yo
C N N
Yo word up its a different
Channel son word up on men
Word up on watch
The channel son different
Plain now man
Its 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 Im about to make a killin
So **** to escalate the feelin
I regulate the dealin
Jealous ****** hate the feelin
I stack my safe appealin
Jake on my trace Im peelin
And what a Mecca
Had whole ****** nation kneelin
Embrace the wheel
And hit a buck without crashin ****
My drug passion got a *****
Stashin fast what
One love to Hillbillies
Run forever out to Chile
Playin the cuts *****
What cant stop the willy
Cops harassin ******
Blastin while the day passin
Time for action cock
The mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin slug caught up
In the chest gaspin
*** ** blanked out chopped
Before he start rappin
Microchips in the celly
The game dont 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 dont 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 its on again
Street ******
Thats 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 its on again
Street *** *** thats 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
Thats 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 Im out
Me personally
I did three kid you weak
Your station in P C
Son **** this jail **** so tell em
About the streets son
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