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[Featuring Tragedy Aka Khadafi] 
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: 
C.N.N. network channel 10 it's on again 
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)

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