Madina Passage

John Forte

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    Featuring Jeni Fujita, 20 Grand, Baracus
    St. Nikolas, Casino Red & El Harim

    [Forte' - Speaking]

    The Madina Passage...
    Brooks Federation...
    John Forte', Jeni Fujita...

    [Jeni Fujita - Singing Chorus]

    This town is too small for all y'all
    Where the streets are meaner
    This one's for everybody!
    This one's for everybody!

    [Forte]
    Pikasoe meets Baracus!

    [20 Grand Pikasoe - Verse One]

    This world is messed up
    So I lay back, and smoke a yeshca (?)
    'Til it burn my chest up, I'm stressed up
    From my toes, to my neck up
    It's all out, I seen niggas cook up
    In a small house, with the dogs out
    I know all about it, drugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routed
    Nothing's too small to doubt it
    The wolves feed upon us, so we walk the streets with honor
    Looking for heat that launches six shots and eat you harder

    [Baracus]

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    We want acres of land, so we can plant our own weed crops
    52 states, we want green gaze and tree spots
    We want the better life, the mo' better cheddar life
    I was a young thug when my momma threw me out
    Starvin' on the streets, the gods putting food in my mouth
    Taught me how to read and count
    Cook up coke, cut up dope and how to bag an ounce
    Me and my family coming to rob America blind, thugging since '89!

    [Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]

    [Forte' - Verse Two]

    Yours truly, El Capitan...
    I don't small talk, y'all all walk
    We turn half them cats up into dodgers, like the ballpark
    Five-O drop charges,
    apply pressure the hardest, more than Japanese massages
    You need us, to roll mo'
    Cruise to homogenus
    You didn't list where you from, we Madinas
    You niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green is
    Momma Sheena's how homes get bought, vis-a-vis the Dow Jones
    Y'all rappers stuck on cow clones, like two tones
    We'll never match boss, at the cost, I'll fuck around and rip the patch off!
    My bitch's god-sent, my yacht-men, bigup to cassette
    At every soundset, I iron butts off, leaving the ground wet
    Y'all walking like you safe, you ain't outta town yet!
    It's for the inner-city block sitters, the glock spitters
    Niggas who used to pop - locks, and cops that wanna rock wit' us
    You wanna hear this like you dumb guys?
    Yo, hi! Most niggas is students to this, we alumni's!

    [Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]

    [Forte' ]
    Nikki gunz, meets Casino Red....

    [St. Nikolas - Verse Three]

    Murderous, Brooklyn burglars, black rosary
    Known for making scott flees out of black hosery
    Do dirt, pull it over my face so you don't notice me
    Black Jesus, rockin' black cheeses
    Nikki Bonadon, grown scorpion
    Travel on, trying to go platinum, in Brook-lawn!
    Shook ones, can't hold guns, better hold your tongue
    And grab a hang of this hear, out for the C.R.E.A.M. this year
    So light your clip, filled with rose hips to smoke it!

    [Casino Red]

    On Madina streets, Casino Red, Casino The Dread
    Roc-A-Feds of Brook-Lawn
    Crooks run out of the dead, bloodshed
    Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats
    In this game, put shine up for grabs
    I'm talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime rates escalate
    So play for high stakes, chasin' money and guns it must be my fate
    So keep the ones where they're safe!

    [Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]

    [Forte']
    El Harim, daddy goes....

    [El Harim - Verse Four]

    Disobeying all stops, word to my pops
    Do dirt and blame it on cops
    Red dot, aiming on cops
    Throw a drop, with the beast eight
    Release eight
    They hang the traitor body at the east gate
    I'm now a legitimate suspect
    Studying e-straight
    He can't breathe proper, cuz he eat steak
    Shit can fuckin'-fuckin' blow a beast 'way
    Man rolls, come to blow up east state
    My voice, echo through the valley
    The tec flow, through the valley
    Boom and bam...Hear my voice echo through the valley!
    Rose raise dead, from New York to Cali.
    I know you never heard-a--undefined priest capable of murder
    Whodini stylesque, escape a murder
    Got twice on the cross, now I rock ice on the cross
    Escape the death plot, it wasn't Christ on the cross!

    [Jeni Singing Chorus - 2 1/2 x & Fade]

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    Composición: T. Jones y John Forté

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