ID Channel Brotha Lynch Hung & Ren Da Heatmonsta

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Gun on the panel by my dark blue flannel
Niggas love pushin' my buttons like the dark keys on the piano
All you seen was a shadow then everything turned black though
Shootin' Kevin Durant for the green like Seattle's team
I gain steam like an engine, vroom, vroom
Gotta get to chickens and tap in with Ren, Ren
I get 'em off quicker than Deion
Turn a nigga to a ghost then I get him bleeding neon
'Cause we on some northern killer Cali shit
Leave your brain in an alley split
I'm off the Maui Wowie shit, now you can see how we sit
Better get the baby wipes, diapers and the baby powder
I use silencers, other guns - they be louder
But it's cool though, niggas biting like cujo
Niggas talking 'bout this the new coast
Yeah right, I keep it airtight
Gun on the panel, pay your cable bill 'cause it's the ID channel

[Hook]
Guns, knives, duct tape, scandal
Don't get caught on the ID channel
Murder, mayhem, bud, drugs
You can end up on the ID channel
Guns, knives, duct tape, scandal
Don't get caught on the ID channel
You can end up on the ID channel