Lost Boyz - Channel Zero Lyrics
Intro:Ayo, yea niggasIm talkin to all yall hard rock niggasLet yall niggas know that I understandWhat niggas is really goin through ya understand?Mother*****in down to they last centSmoke the looseysThinkin up shit to do, doin stick ups and shitBustin at niggas, murderin niggasGettin bullshit ass moneyWhat if that was your breed was you murderin clown?Its wackShout out to grandpa, you know what Im sayinShout out to grandpa kellyMy man ralous brother little devenYa know Im sayin, freaky taliqs moms, rest in peaceKnow Im sayinEverybody wanna live the ill life, know Im sayinBut yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappinessYou know Im sayin, word upVerse 1Im growing up in the ghettoAnd there was nobody happyAnd my head is mad nappy andIm thinkin up a way that I can get some doughMan Im tryin ta blowBut yet this record shit is so slowI got the whole family on my backAll I do is eat and sleepRun the street with that steel packYou know the lost boyz gotWith timbs and jeansField jackets, and hats coverin the eyesBut listen, thats how it isIf you dont dig how I liveMother*****a (? ? ? )Cuz everyday on the streetThe black man is gettin beatPolice line us up on the concreteNow people look at meAnd always see wrongA new problem everydayIm tryin ta be strongNow how strong can a nigga beWhen the blacks is locked downAnd the white mans got the keyIts gettin harder day after daySomebody got ta payAnd in my closet lays an akThe new (? ? ? ) is found deadPlus when he killed the girlHe put the gun to his own headYa never hear it on the 6:00 newsWhen my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoesIts hard enough for us blacks to earn cash manThe homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash canNow everyday I need endsNew (? ? ? ) my nigga weedSt. ides is my best friendPas is brokeNo calls comin in on my phoneAnd money Im down to my last stoneMy mom dukes is always bangin on my doorMy musics too loudI got clothes on the floor (pick em up)She doesnt understandIm cruisin in the fast laneIm fresh outta nervesMa, youre workin on my last veinNow how can I explainThat I dont wanna take her outBut thats stuck in my brainWere havin fight after fightBecause I leave when its brightAnd comes home the next nightBut thats the life that I live understands meIts bad enough that po-nine tried ta can meAyo my lifestyle is roughI got three sisters, four brothersMan, aint this enough?But yet I gots no heroBut I got the 411 on the ghettoTune into channel zeroTune into channel zeroTune into channel zeroChorus:Everybody in the worldEverybody uptownEverybody in queensTune into channel zeroEverybody in brooklynEverybody in the bronxEverybody in the worldTune into channel zeroVerse 2:I live in queens, new york (what you do? )I twist a cap with my niggasSmoke a blunt lets start to talkAbout this ill situationThat us blacks is inIts time we build a better nationMother***** them policeSome whites talk about peace(? ? ? ? ? )But they aint ready for the planetMarky mark be talkin that slangBut he dont even understand itYea I said marky markFrontin like the buddarist punkI never saw you in the parkYou give it all to your bullshit skills gA white boy actin black, that shit kills mePants hangin, talkin slang kid and all thatI never seen you in the projects or blackYa never wons no grammyYa whites gave elvis a stampBut what ya plan ta give my man sammy?
