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  • Yeah blood, let's take these ****** back to 96,
    11th grade when a ***** was walking the Compton High School.
    Cincinnati Red fitted snug on my **********ing forehead.
    Nike backpack on, you know like Durant be wearing.
    Nike straps tighter than a virgin ***** Illmatic in the Walkman, what?
    Sitting on the subway they looking like "who is that? "
    The boy gutter all hood New York sewer rat
    You can never mace me, where Cuda at?
    They love me out in Harlem like a ten dollar buddha sack
    I spit that I'll Street Blues, yeah Kool G Rap
    But my style is big, where the Coogis at?
    I said my style is Big now light a L
    As I skip to the next track on Supreme Clientele
    Ghost to Manhattan, seat reclined in the Aston
    Time for glasses cause NY is into fashion
    Madison. Square. Garden. Feeling like Spike Lee's squares, Jordans
    You squares ain't important
    Fresh to death my gear's in a coffin
    Why that ***** coughin'?
    Blowing that sour diesel I ain't be here that often
    Riding on the A train, listening to Ghostface
    I'm just ridin on the A train, listenin to Ghostface
    Riding on the A train, listening to Ghostface
    I'm just riding on the A train, listening to Ghostface
    Pull up in that Derrick Rose hop out number nines or elevens
    You ****** is copycats, my style is patent leather
    South side of the Chi ***** I ain't packing never
    I ain't shy of the Chi, Jay Cutler in cold weather
    And all I do is win, 72 and 10
    Ball like Mike, Scottie, Dennis Rodman and them
    7-4 Chevelle, ****** riding in them
    Killers from Cabrini-Green I was riding with them
    Pelle jackets ****** out here robbing in them
    And even getting coat-jacked ain't Common to him
    Keep thinking you Larry Hoover that line'll have you shook
    That's that Crack Music ***** forgot I was on the hook
    G.D.s, Vice Lords, Four Corner Hustlers
    Latin Kings, MCs, all em will **** with us
    Blowing trees like the windy city
    ***** I blow trees in the Windy City
    Riding on the L train, listening to Kanye
    I'm just riding on the L train, listening to Kanye
    I'm just riding in on the L train, listening to Kanye
    Said I'm riding on the L train, listening to Kanye

    I be in Lil Haiti
    First forty eighty
    Ain't nothing bout to go down ***** my fam's Zoe Pound
    And ever since they locked my ***** Zo down
    Everything slow down, but my ***** Ross is on
    The homie Khaled put the Boss's on
    We blowing orange like the Dolphins home
    And we don't floss the chrome
    We turn that Wildcat offense on
    That New Era fly off ya dome
    I'm about to take my talents to South Beach
    I don't even go to the games, but got Heat
    Ain't no Trickin Daddy, I take a ***** to get some Cuban food
    Have a couple mojitos then **** her like a Cuban do
    Riding down Collins in the newest coup
    Flo-Rida on the place they think I'm Uncle Luke
    ***** Tony Montana, who the **** is you?
    I'm the all-red side of the Rubik's Cube
    Riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
    I'm just ridin in the fast lane, listening to Rozay

    Riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
    I'm just riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
  • [00:01.79]Yeah blood, let's take these ****** back to 96,
    [00:05.73]11th grade when a ***** was walking the Compton High School.
    [00:08.41]Cincinnati Red fitted snug on my **********ing forehead.
    [00:12.67]Nike backpack on, you know like Durant be wearing.
    [00:15.17]Nike straps tighter than a virgin ***** Illmatic in the Walkman, what?
    [00:18.48]Sitting on the subway they looking like "who is that? "
    [00:24.42]The boy gutter all hood New York sewer rat
    [00:26.92]You can never mace me, where Cuda at?
    [00:29.41]They love me out in Harlem like a ten dollar buddha sack
    [00:31.86]I spit that I'll Street Blues, yeah Kool G Rap
    [00:34.73]But my style is big, where the Coogis at?
    [00:37.73]I said my style is Big now light a L
    [00:39.98]As I skip to the next track on Supreme Clientele
    [00:42.48]Ghost to Manhattan, seat reclined in the Aston
    [00:45.16]Time for glasses cause NY is into fashion
    [00:48.55]Madison. Square. Garden. Feeling like Spike Lee's squares, Jordans
    [00:53.24]You squares ain't important
    [00:56.11]Fresh to death my gear's in a coffin
    [00:59.23]Why that ***** coughin'?
    [01:01.11]Blowing that sour diesel I ain't be here that often
    [01:03.92]Riding on the A train, listening to Ghostface
    [01:06.24]I'm just ridin on the A train, listenin to Ghostface
    [01:14.17]Riding on the A train, listening to Ghostface
    [01:19.11]I'm just riding on the A train, listening to Ghostface
    [01:24.23]Pull up in that Derrick Rose hop out number nines or elevens
    [01:27.36]You ****** is copycats, my style is patent leather
    [01:29.99]South side of the Chi ***** I ain't packing never
    [01:32.55]I ain't shy of the Chi, Jay Cutler in cold weather
    [01:35.30]And all I do is win, 72 and 10
    [01:37.86]Ball like Mike, Scottie, Dennis Rodman and them
    [01:40.36]7-4 Chevelle, ****** riding in them
    [01:42.99]Killers from Cabrini-Green I was riding with them
    [01:45.54]Pelle jackets ****** out here robbing in them
    [01:48.24]And even getting coat-jacked ain't Common to him
    [01:50.86]Keep thinking you Larry Hoover that line'll have you shook
    [01:53.61]That's that Crack Music ***** forgot I was on the hook
    [01:56.36]G.D.s, Vice Lords, Four Corner Hustlers
    [01:58.99]Latin Kings, MCs, all em will **** with us
    [02:01.80]Blowing trees like the windy city
    [02:04.43]***** I blow trees in the Windy City
    [02:07.30]Riding on the L train, listening to Kanye
    [02:09.61]I'm just riding on the L train, listening to Kanye
    [02:17.00]I'm just riding in on the L train, listening to Kanye
    [02:22.37]Said I'm riding on the L train, listening to Kanye
    [02:24.68]
    [02:28.14]I be in Lil Haiti
    [02:29.39]First forty eighty
    [02:30.64]Ain't nothing bout to go down ***** my fam's Zoe Pound
    [02:33.39]And ever since they locked my ***** Zo down
    [02:36.14]Everything slow down, but my ***** Ross is on
    [02:38.95]The homie Khaled put the Boss's on
    [02:40.52]We blowing orange like the Dolphins home
    [02:42.83]And we don't floss the chrome
    [02:44.21]We turn that Wildcat offense on
    [02:45.71]That New Era fly off ya dome
    [02:49.64]I'm about to take my talents to South Beach
    [02:51.77]I don't even go to the games, but got Heat
    [02:54.33]Ain't no Trickin Daddy, I take a ***** to get some Cuban food
    [02:57.14]Have a couple mojitos then **** her like a Cuban do
    [03:00.58]Riding down Collins in the newest coup
    [03:02.71]Flo-Rida on the place they think I'm Uncle Luke
    [03:05.46]***** Tony Montana, who the **** is you?
    [03:08.14]I'm the all-red side of the Rubik's Cube
    [03:10.52]Riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
    [03:15.58]I'm just ridin in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
    [03:17.52]
    [03:20.75]Riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
    [03:26.69]I'm just riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay