Madina Passage

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John Forté

John Forté (born January 30, 1975) is a Grammy-nominated American recording artist, composer, music producer, educator and activist. He achieved fame while writing, producing and performing with the celebrated hip hop group The Fugees during the 1990s, and has released four solo albums, including his most recent effort, Water Light Sound, released in September 2011. more »

Year:

1998

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[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! 

[Verse 1: 20 Grand Pikasoe] 
This world is messed up 
So I lay back, and smoke a yeshca (?) 
Till 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 
Nothings 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! 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Forte'] 
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 f*ck 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 out of town yet! 
It's for the inner-city block sitters, the glock spitters 
Niggas who used to pop - locks, and cops that want to rock wit' us 
You want to hear this like you dumb guys? 
Yo, hi! Most niggas is students to this, we alumni's! 

[Chorus]

[Forte'] 
Nikki gunz, meets Casino Red

[Verse 3: St. Nikolas] 
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! 

[Chorus] 

[Forte'] 
El Harim, daddy goes

[Verse 4: El Harim] 
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, 'cause 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! 

[Chorus: Repeats]

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