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]



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