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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capone-N-Noreaga
Vocals
Tragedy Khadafi
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K. Holley
Songwriter
P.L. Chapman
Songwriter
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lord Finesse
Producer
Martin Moor
Executive Producer
Neil Levine
Executive Producer
Tragedy Khadafi
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(I'm feelin' this here) Yeah, son, feel it, man, word up, son
You gotta just do it, yo (CNN)
Yo, word up, man, it's a different channel, son, word up on, man
Word up, watch the channel, son
Different plain now man (It's all good)
Word up baby all good in every hood (Queens bridge)
Word up, you hood, know'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, 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
[Verse 2]
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villain
Crook about to make a killin'
Some weed to escalate the feelin'
I regulate the dealin' jealous **** 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 **** stashin' fast what
One love to hill billy run forever out the Chile'
Playin' the cuts **** what can't 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 the start rappin'
[Verse 3]
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 natiz puttin' hits on the cops
[Verse 4]
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (Don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (Laptop)
Want to own a block before the ball drop (Ball drop)
Arab natiz puttin' hits on the cops
[Verse 5]
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
You know what I'm sayin'?
(Yeah why all met up North)
Know what I'm sayin' we had to meet up North
(Know what's real about all this through that)
What real about it? (We were young we strive we trying to eat)
(Know what I'm sayin'?) God degree
Seven three and twelve jewels
**** ain't bustin' that heat man
**** just frontin' yo they ain't bustin' they heat
(I'm tellin, I'm telling my, yo word is mom)
They know what they is
CNN network channel ten it's on again
Street **** that grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface
[Verse 6]
CNN network channel ten it's on again
Street **** that grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime lace catch more beef then Scarface
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
Helly Slicey, poppy locked for posse call up Khadafi
Collect all from Arab natzi the Fowl Motney
You were lat in jail gay 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 homo dub with pink sheets (Bitch ****)
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 PAC
[Verse 7]
Yo son fuck this jail shit son, so tell 'em about the street son
Written by: K. Holley, P.L. Chapman, Victor Santiago