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featuring Jeni Fujita 20 Grand Baracus
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St. Nikolas Casino Red & El Harim
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[Forte' Speaking]
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The Madina Passage...
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Brooks Federation...
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John Forte' Jeni Fujita...
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[Jeni Fujita Singing Chorus]
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This town is too small for all y'all
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Where the streets are meaner
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This one's for everybody!
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This one's for everybody!
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[Forte]
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Pikasoe meets Baracus!
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[20 Grand Pikasoe Verse One]
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This world is messed up
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So I lay back, and smoke a yeshca (?)
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'Til it burn my chest up, I'm stressed up
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From my toes, to my neck up
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It's all out, I seen niggas cook up
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In a small house, with the dogs out
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I know all about it, drugs, money, sex, even where the whores are routed
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Nothing's too small to doubt it
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The wolves feed upon us, so we walk the streets with honor
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Looking for heat that launches six shots and eat you harder
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[Baracus]
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We want acres of land, so we can plant our own weed crops
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52 states, we want green gaze and tree spots
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We want the better life, the mo' better cheddar life
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I was a young thug when my momma threw me out
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Starvin' on the streets, the gods putting food in my mouth
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Taught me how to read and count
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Cook up coke, cut up dope and how to bag an ounce
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Me and my family coming to rob America blind, thugging since '89!
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[Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]
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[Forte' - Verse Two]
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Yours truly, El Capitan...
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I don't small talk, y'all all walk
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We turn half them cats up into dodgers, like the ballpark
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Five-O drop charges,
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apply pressure the hardest, more than Japanese massages
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You need us, to roll mo'
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Cruise to homogenus
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You didn't list where you from, we Madinas
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You niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green is
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Momma Sheena's how homes get bought, vis-a-vis the Dow Jones
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Y'all rappers stuck on cow clones, like two tones
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We'll never match boss, at the cost, I'll fuck around and rip the patch off!
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My bitch's god-sent, my yacht-men, bigup to cassette
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At every soundset, I iron butts off, leaving the ground wet
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Y'all walking like you safe, you ain't outta town yet!
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It's for the inner-city block sitters, the glock spitters
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Niggas who used to pop - locks, and cops that wanna rock wit' us
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You wanna hear this like you dumb guys?
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Yo, hi! Most niggas is students to this, we alumni's!
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[Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]
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[Forte' ]
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Nikki gunz, meets Casino Red....
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[St. Nikolas - Verse Three]
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Murderous, Brooklyn burglars, black rosary
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Known for making scott flees out of black hosery
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Do dirt, pull it over my face so you don't notice me
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Black Jesus, rockin' black cheeses
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Nikki Bonadon, grown scorpion
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Travel on, trying to go platinum, in Brook-lawn!
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Shook ones, can't hold guns, better hold your tongue
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And grab a hang of this hear, out for the C.R.E.A.M. this year
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So light your clip, filled with rose hips to smoke it!
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[Casino Red]
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On Madina streets, Casino Red, Casino The Dread
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Roc-A-Feds of Brook-Lawn
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Crooks run out of the dead, bloodshed
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Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats
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In this game, put shine up for grabs
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I'm talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime rates escalate
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So play for high stakes, chasin' money and guns it must be my fate
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So keep the ones where they're safe!
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[Jeni Singing Chorus - 1x]
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[Forte']
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El Harim, daddy goes....
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[El Harim - Verse Four]
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Disobeying all stops, word to my pops
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Do dirt and blame it on cops
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Red dot, aiming on cops
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Throw a drop, with the beast eight
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Release eight
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They hang the traitor body at the east gate
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I'm now a legitimate suspect
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Studying e-straight
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He can't breathe proper, cuz he eat steak
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Shit can fuckin'-fuckin' blow a beast 'way
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Man rolls, come to blow up east state
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My voice, echo through the valley
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The tec flow, through the valley
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Boom and bam...Hear my voice echo through the valley!
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Rose raise dead, from New York to Cali.
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I know you never heard-a--undefined priest capable of murder
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Whodini stylesque, escape a murder
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Got twice on the cross, now I rock ice on the cross
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Escape the death plot, it wasn't Christ on the cross!
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[Jeni Singing Chorus - 2 1/2 x & Fade]
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