Channel 10

(album: The War Report - 1997)

[Intro:]
(I'm feeling 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 nothing but a hot slug to fill a villian
Crook I'm about to make a killing
So weed to escalate the feeling
I regulate the dealing jealous niggas hate the feeling
I stack my safe appealing jake on my trace I'm peeling
And what a Mecca had whole fucking nation kneeling
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashing fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashing fast what
One love to hill billys run forever out to Chile'
Playing the cuts nigga what can't stop the willy
Cops harassing niggas blasting while the day' passing
Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughing slug caught up in the chest gasping
Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rapping

[Hook: Khadafi]
Microchips in the celly the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tapping in your bank funds with the labtop (labtop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab natiz putting 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'msaying 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 busting that heat man. Niggas just fronting
yo they ain't busting they heat they know who they is. (I'm telling 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 coming 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]