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, all good, baby, in every hood, son (Queensbridge)
Word up, your hood
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we 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 villain (fill a villain)
Cook, I'm about to make a killin' (make a killin')
Some weed to escalate the feelin' (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 hillbillies, run forever out to Chile
Playin' the cuts niggas, what? Can't stop the willy
Cops harassin', niggas blastin' while the day's 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 (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
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 (y'all, cops, cops, stop, stop)

Word up, son, fucked up, son
Word up, Trag, I know you knew us both, man
But it took the penile for us to click, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, y'all met up North
Know what I'm sayin'?
We had to meet up North in Greens, man
Know what's, know what's real about all this though, right here, that?
What's real about it?
Yo, we, we young, we strive, and we trying to eat, know what I'm sayin'?
Just trying to eat, y'all
Everybody gotta eat, man
God is great, man, 7-3 and 12 jewels
Fake niggas? We got a lot of fake niggas out here
Niggas ain't bustin' they heat, man, they just frontin', yo
They ain't bustin' they heat, they know who they is (I'm tellin', I'm tellin my)
They know who they is (yo, word is bond)

Yo, CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace catch more beef than Scarface
CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace, catch more beef than Scarface
Court case, illegal, my shoelace
Back in '92 (you remember Juice, son?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way the world cold dissed me
Haile Selassie, papi, locked for posse, call up Khadafi
Collect call from Arab Nazi, the fowl mock me
You were late, in jail gate
What, what? What, what?
Them new jacks, comin' through
Scared to death of them jail stories, that's true
You cold weak, live life on the street
While locked up, homoed out with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete, and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out, no doubt, 'til the day I'm out
Me personally, what? I did three
Kid, you weak, your station and P.A.C.

Yo, son, but fuck this jail shit, son, tell 'em about the streets, son

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Writer(s): Kiam Holley, Percy Chapman, Robert Hall, Victor Santiago