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