Classic, uh, uh, uh I'd like to welcome y'all to Exit 13 My name is LL Cool J AKA the goat R. Leslie on the track, uh, uh, uh I told y'all that I would
of living, I stay depressed make me wanna give in (echoes 3x) I'm not gonna be able to do this shit y'all - Suffolk County that's the place we live Exit
this brand new car I got This brand new shoes, this brand new outfit This brand new sack of *** I got (It ain't my fault) Now, I'm lookin' a this ***
is gone, it's more tinted On this side it get's out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father's slippin' to get the bottomless side of it How
side and leave him hollerin Dodgin bullets like an athlete bitch You don't feel this, can't nobody check me bitch We gonna kill this, niggaz exit ?? so
Since I'm 'lo let me flex this If there's somethin on yo' mind recline and check this Song smooth not reckless We can get high and ride from 'side to
dominant You know what time it is, that's why I exist Jump out of limo, lims, fire the blitz, wise scientist Applyin' this, lavi, then wide this I'm survivin' this
With power, comes money With money, comes greed Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard I ain't fuckin' with it, this cake has
with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye and Medusa died This
the Reeboks Walk, hop, I told you to leave this body, leave this body, leave this body I told you to leave this body, leave this body Motherfuckers
money in between it Glocks like police, Pumps like fenas This beat gettin' totaled, Pam,Keisha,Kema Sittin' on da World, Thinkin' 'bout a girl Pistol on my side
for someone else. Empty bottles, emptier wealth. Swallow your last goodbyes. Head out on your fucking tracks. Mass exit of the pack. This is the
side I'll run away with you, by my side I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind Until this
on the other side I'll wait for anything from you We're returning to pick up the pieces. This fight is overrated, breathe darling, think of me Reach out and see the exit
a bag kid Put me in a straight jacket, I straight jack it Yeah that nigga Chamillionaire, he got the baddest Hoes from the left side, to the right side
coast My from down south, they?re lettin? their teeth show ?Cause this ain't Def Jam and this ain't Bad Boy This ain't Star Trek, this is the last court
or I'll see you tomorrow Now we speeding up the Westside Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit,
feel me Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state And create drastic c's, lil' the kid can't make Bustin' sounds out in the Talon to this world