Ayo  yea 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 nappiness
 You know I'm sayin, word up

 Verse 1
 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 (???)
 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 (???) 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 (???) 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

 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 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
 (?????)
 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