Channel Zero Lyrics - Singles - Lost Boyz

Ayo, yeah niggas 

I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas 

Let y'all niggas know that I understand 

What niggas is really goin through ya understand? 

Motherfuckin' down to they last cent 

Smoke the looseys 

Thinkin' up shit to do 

Doin' stick ups and shit 

Bustin' at niggas, murderin' niggas 

Gettin' bullshit ass money 

What if that was your breed was you murderin' clown? 

It's wack 

Shout out to grandpa, you know what I'm sayin' 

Shout out to grandpa kelly 

My man Ralou's brother, little Deven 

Ya know I'm sayin', Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace 

Know I'm sayin' 

Everybody wanna live the ill life, know I'm sayin' 

But yo we tryin' ta live it like love, peace and happiness 

You know I'm sayin', word up 

I'm growing up in the ghetto 

And there was nobody happy 

And my head is mad nappy and 

I'm thinkin' up a way that I can get some dough 

Man I'm tryin' ta blow 

But yet this record shit is so slow 

I got the whole family on my back 

All I do is eat and sleep 

Run the street with that steel pack 

You know the lost boyz got 

With timbs and jeans 

Field jackets, and hats coverin' the eyes 

But listen, that's how it is 

If you don't dig how I live 

Motherfucka [unverified] 

'Cuz everyday on the street 

The black man is gettin' beat 

Police line us up on the concrete 

Now people look at me 

And always see wrong 

A new problem everyday 

I'm tryin' ta be strong 

Now how strong can a nigga be 

When the blacks is locked down 

And the white man's got the key 

It's gettin' harder day after day 

Somebody got ta pay 

And in my closet lays an AK 

The new [unverified] is found dead 

Plus when he killed the girl 

He put the gun to his own head 

Ya never hear it on the 6:00 news 

When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes 

It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man 

The homeless keep warm by settin' fire to a trash can 

Now everyday I need ends 

New [unverified] my nigga weed 

St. Ides is my best friend 

Pa's is broke 

No calls comin' in on my phone 

And money I'm down to my last stone 

My mom dukes is always bangin' on my door 

My music's too loud 

I got clothes on the floor 

(Pick em up) 

She doesn't understand 

I'm cruisin' in the fast lane 

I'm fresh outta nerves 

Ma, you're workin' on my last vein 

Now how can I explain 

That I don't wanna take her out 

But that's stuck in my brain 

We're havin' fight after fight 

Because I leave when it's bright 

And comes home the next night 

But that's the life that I live understands me 

It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me 

Ayo my lifestyle is rough 

I got three sisters, four brothers 

Man, ain't this enough? 

But yet I gots no hero 

But I got the 411 on the ghetto 

Tune into channel zero 

Tune into channel zero 

Tune into channel zero 

Everybody in the world 

Everybody uptown 

Everybody in Queens 

Tune into channel zero 

Everybody in Brooklyn 

Everybody in the Bronx 

Everybody in the world 

Tune into channel zero 

I live in Queens, New York 

(What you do?) 

I twist a cap with my niggas 

Smoke a blunt let's start to talk 

About this ill situation 

That us blacks is in 

It's time we build a better nation 

Motherfuck them police 

Some whites talk about peace [unverified] 

But they ain't ready for the planet 

Marky Mark be talkin' that slang 

But he don't even understand it 

Yea, I said, Marky Mark 

Frontin' like the buddarist punk 

I never saw you in the park 

You give it all to your bullshit skills G 

A white boy actin' black, that shit kills me 

Pants hangin', talkin' slang kid and all that 

I never seen you in the projects or black 

Ya never wons no Grammy 

Ya whites gave Elvis a stamp 

But what ya plan ta give my man, Sammy?