Channel Zero

Intro:
Ayo, yea niggas
Im talkin to all yall hard rock niggas
Let yall 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?
Its wack

Shout out to grandpa, you know what Im sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man ralous brother little deven
Ya know Im sayin, freaky taliqs moms, rest in peace
Know Im sayin
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know Im sayin
But yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappiness
You know Im sayin, word up

Verse 1
Im growing up in the ghetto
And there was nobody happy
And my head is mad nappy and
Im thinkin up a way that I can get some dough
Man Im 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, thats how it is
If you dont dig how I live
Motherfucka (? ? ? )
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
Im tryin ta be strong
Now how strong can a nigga be
When the blacks is locked down
And the white mans got the key
Its gettin harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays an ak
The new (? ? ? ) 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
Its 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 (? ? ? ) my nigga weed
St. ides is my best friend
Pas is broke
No calls comin in on my phone
And money Im down to my last stone
My mom dukes is always bangin on my door
My musics too loud
I got clothes on the floor (pick em up)
She doesnt understand
Im cruisin in the fast lane
Im fresh outta nerves
Ma, youre workin on my last vein
Now how can I explain
That I dont wanna take her out
But thats stuck in my brain
Were havin fight after fight
Because I leave when its bright
And comes home the next night
But thats the life that I live understands me
Its bad enough that po-nine tried ta can me
Ayo my lifestyle is rough
I got three sisters, four brothers
Man, aint 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

Chorus:
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

Verse 2:
I live in queens, new york (what you do? )
I twist a cap with my niggas
Smoke a blunt lets start to talk
About this ill situation
That us blacks is in
Its time we build a better nation
Motherfuck them police
Some whites talk about peace
(? ? ? ? ? )
But they aint ready for the planet
Marky mark be talkin that slang
But he dont 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?