Madina Passage Lyrics

Madina Passage lyrics

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]