they passin? out We mashin? out, we young Mula I got that 12 gauge don?t make me 1 2 ya 3 4 5 train bitch, suwoop If you ain?t on my train, bitch, cho
their names Party people going places on the D-Train {Stop that train, I wanna get off} Check it Trench coat wing tip going to work And you be pulling a train
than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
the adventures of Miss Money Jane Blind your ass, while you out looking for that money train If you look then you will find, but think about what you looking for 2-3 for 2-3
Caddy doors In Southwest, we'll take it to yo chest And we got it locked like some niggas on house arrest Cause we ridin' [Chorus: Chimere] Ridin' on that midnight train
Last train to Mashville Girl, you got on board Packed up your medicines, left without a word Now you're strung out in Suburbia, waiting for that call
when their time has come On the streets of Britain, they're trying to grind us down Government pressure, communist foes all around We will keep fighting, the sheep behind their doors
on the shore I'll be the sole survivor Unlock your doors and let me in I'll be the sole survivor I'll bend you down and stick it in "5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
yes, rushing down the long stairs with the whiskey of eternity fermented and distilled to eighteen minutes burning down our throats down the hall down
ripped up forms, men with swords tear the flesh eyes like shadows one way ticket marakesh no doors or windows caught on fire high speed train smashed
up forms, men with swords tear the flesh eyes like shadows one way ticket marakesh no doors or windows caught on fire high speed train smashed up lives
be the outcast, can outlast, and outblast Let this shit rip and feel the rush, crushed Quickly, niftily we can make it hip to be Open your doors you best believe we're sliding thru Down
Ikie [Baby Beesh] Ikeman my boy, representin' that 7-1-3 clique mane, Houston, Texas mane, We fixin' to show you how we get down mane, check it
;from the real Better get your 4 pound god Let's proceed Yo, what yo, yo Verse 1: la I run up on rap like boo smith on a hatchback Put my patch down
children fettered Your kids are safe today, see, no lifeguard is better Ten times as reliable mature and fitter Than your average lifeguard as a water babysitter Betsy Weeks trained
) Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet door.
in my eyes, tell me what you see? Is it that same nigga that you fell for from the door Ain't I that same nigga We was both on the train goin' hard
I'm just a breath of fresh air, that good old New York rap Slick talk to the track, come on who brought that to the game Grafitti all on the train, get