Madina Passage (Album Version) (Album Version|Explicit)

Madina Passage (Album Version) - John Forte
This town is too small for all y'all
Where the streets are meaner
This one's for everybody
This one's for everybody
Pikasoe meets Baracus
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
We want acres of land
So we can plant our own w**d 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 d**e and how to bag an ounce
Me and my family coming to rob
America blind thugging since '89
This town is too small for all y'all
Where the streets are meaner
This one's for everybody
This one's for everybody
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**k around and rip the patch off
My b**ch'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
This town is too small for all y'all
Where the streets are meaner
This one's for everybody
This one's for everybody
Nikki gunz meets Casino Red
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
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
This town is too small for all y'all
Where the streets are meaner
This one's for everybody
This one's for everybody
El Harim daddy goes
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
Sh*t can f**kin' f**kin' 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