| Right now I’m gonna take you for a ride
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| Hold on tight, so you don’t slip or slide
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| This train is packed, you don’t get no seat, yup
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| You gotta stand on your tired feet
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| Where we goin don’t worry, you’ll be there in a hurry
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| But you better watch you pockets cause the thieves work quickly
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| This is a New York transit thing
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| Don’t wear too much gold and hide your diamond rings
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| And don’t smile at anyone
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| Cause people out here, they like to travel with handguns
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| You say you like this trip, well are you sure?
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| You better step lively, and watch the
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| Watch the closing doors
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| «Watch the closing doors!» |
| (cut and scratched 3X)
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| Here we go, as we ride, through the underground
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| Coming from Uptown, taking you downtown
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| Headed for Brooklyn, Brooklyn the planet
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| Somebody stinks in here — I hope you can stand it!
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| Homeless people everywhere holdin cups for change
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| And if you don’t have none, they may look at you strange
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| But this is all part of the scene
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| And yo check those kids cause they’re startin to scheme
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| See them lookin at you up and down?
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| Oh yeah they can tell, that you’re somebody from out of town
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| Think they won’t harm you? |
| Well they might
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| And that ain’t right, but everyday is like a fight
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| «Watch the closing doors!» |
| (cut and scratched 6X)
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| Ah ahh, ahh ahh ahh
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| I can’t quit, I gotta do what I must
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| Cause I can take you on a ride with the lyrics I bust
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| Cause I’m a master, try to diss and I’ll blast ya
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| Any wack MC that steps up, is gettin plastered
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| Straight against the wall, cause I don’t stall
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| I give em drama and trauma, til they all fall
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| And for those who don’t know, about the city life
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| It’s where we take no pity, and the kiddies are trife
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| Takin the train is just part of it
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| The next stop is Brooklyn, you’re comin to the heart of it
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| You never know what will occur
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| So just keep to yourself and watch the closing doors
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| «Step lively» (cut and scratched 3x) «and uhh»
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| «Watch the closing doors!» |
| (cut and scratched 2X)
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| Yeah
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| New York City
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| Takin you on a transit ride with my man Branford
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| And I’m out |