[Queens Bound, A Express]
This is...Jay Street-MetroTech
Transfer is available to the C, F and R trains

Dialogue:
Something about this whole ski trip don't sound right, baby
That's not right, Martin
Somebody Tommy works with gave him the condo for the weekend
What?
Think about it, Gina...
Tommy ain't got no job

Verse 1:
And this goes out to my contemporaries
Two shots for my motherfucking adversaries
Ass fat, so I asked her for a bustdown
Her pussy smelled like the 2 train, Bronx bound
I surround myself with geniuses and visionaries
England, Japan on the itinerary
Reporting live from the mezzanine
The flow vicious, dog
I'm something like crack or methamphetamine
New York, New York, a different atmosphere
I'll sever your body parts and shuttle all your remains towards the stratosphere
I'm nothing you've ever heard before
I'm a psychopath, I'll hang my fucking jacket on your spinal cord
And then continue to Freddy Kruger you losers
I'm gunning for all you niggas and nobody's excluded
I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator
I'm 'bout to blow this bitch, Derrick, press the detonator

Chorus:
Go Brooklyn (16x)

Verse 2:
You see now I'm just showing my ass
Figured I'd be destined for greatness at four and a half
Now I'm taking over the game with this foot in your ass
The jewels, the cars, the bling, dog, you do the math
The evil genius, the focused master
Moonwalking on a corpse's ashes
Ripping out your cerebral cortex with forceps
Toss your brain matter into vortex, torch it in four steps
Hold check, look here, make no mistake, nigga
Pusha T minus the braids, nigga
How would you like this right hook across your chest
As I watch you gasping for breath into respiratory arrest
School of Hard Knocks take notes
New bitch everyday, Diff'rent Strokes
I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator
I'm 'bout to blow this bitch, Dre, press the detonator

Dialogue:
Sorry we're late, man, got held up at work
Held up? (mhmm) At work? (yeah) Again?
Look, are we gonna play pool or not?
Nah, I mean what's the rush? We could play pool anytime
Well you know we don't sit and talk anymore
Could we get around? Could we yiggity yaggity yak for a minute?
Huh?
Martin, can we talk while we play pool, man?
Nah, Tommy, I wan't your undivided attention
Sit on down here, talk to me
So, so, what you been doing all day, Tommy?
You know, man...working, you know? Doing what I do
He's straight up lying
Uhuh...so, Tommy, you mean to tell me you got a regular job like the rest of us?
Hell yes, Martin, alright? I have a job; a 9 to 5 just like all of you
Folding of the arms (oh, snap!)
You see how he's folding the arm right here?
Keep it on the down, down, Keep it on the down, down
And, Tommy, on this normal job, tell us what you do? Quick!
Come on, Tommy, spit it out
Whatcha do?
Wait a minute, Martin, I don't have to prove to you that I have a damn job, alright?
Scratching of the head...that's a new one
Let's check the book, let's check the book...
What it say, baby, what it say?
Hold on...
Umm...according to the scratching of the head chapter
Look, look, what does that say?
BALD HEADED LIE, bald headed lie
Excuse me? What is all this sneaky, little whispering about?
That's rude, that's very, very rude