Forte' & DMX] We Got This!!! (You ain't hear?!!!!) [Forte'] We Got This! ( Nigga! You ain't hear?!!!) [Forte'] We Got This! [Forte' & DMX] Straight
, double 20 plus one round to blood red Revenge, we must return to avenge my brother, we coming The first sister holdin the lead [John Forte] El Capitano
the beat! HEY!!! My man got shot, and the block got hot! (Another One Bites the Dust!) Yo, hey yo I hear more shots, it's like Fort Knox kid! (Another
walk for miles like Isaac Hayes Run relays where your team gets delayed She keep a magnum by the ashtray When Pras come to visit with John Forte' ! Dining
a second and give me a chance Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out Cardiac arrest
'all can't blame it on hip hop Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they
verses in my heart) Te quiero mama, te quiero!! Guantanamera Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte
we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo) Have you ever played Jeopardy... (here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo, here we go yo) [Wyclef] Not me
yo John is chillin Dirtycash chillin what more can I say we livin thats what we got we got it good and since you understood we be....... [Prizewell (
beat! HEY!!! My man got shot, and the block got hot! (Another One Bites The Dust!) Yo, hey yo I hear more shots, it's like Fort Knox kid! (Another
Tah While they get the cover of a magazine we got to die We got to die, we got to die, we got to die Lord we got to die, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa [Chorus
the Molly Burgundy, wildy rocking Seen the fifth when Ali clocked him John Forte will keep you locked in [Q-Tip] People all around You got to recognise
, a friend of mine Asked me to say some MC rhymes So I said this rhyme I'm about to say The rhyme was meeca, and it went this way Wrecka lecka mecca mic
called manager Univested, livin off my budget My LP was completed before John Forte, Sporty Thievz and Pras but too many secret fans had they hands in the pan When I got
y'all can't blame it on hip hop 'Cause what we say is what we see and what we see is reality The ghettos, the ghettos, you got them livin' in sorrow Soon
You know, I worked the Big Packet show In Fort Worth, Saturday night We had all day Sunday to rest and relax Before I caught another flight So I decided
mama, te quiero Guantanamera Aiyyo I'm standing at the bar with a, Cuban cigar Guajila, Guantanamera Hey yo John Forte, she's eyeing me from far Guan
is chillin, Dirty Cash dealin What more can I say? We livin That's what we got, we got it good And since you understood, we be... Outro [Prazwell
