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"The Champ (Remix)"

Engine, engine number nine, on the New York Transit line
If my train goes off the track, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: The Kid Daytona]
Let's take it to the park, South side Bronx
One-Six-Fourth and the Grand Concourse
New York we god, it's all [?]
Make it a point that I ball Rod Strickland
See the kicks bitch, take a picture
I've been the shit since Ralph McDaniels and the The Vid Kid
Kindergarten [?]
Doo rag with the Murray's
[?] underneath it in a hurry
Buck twenty [?]
Half black Puerto Rican, I be there
If I'm hanging at the door like a heat chain
Keep waiving them hands and bringing it back
We on the east side, Ted Smooth is [?]
Play the remix, Daytona, N-O-R-E
And yes, with the champs


[Verse 2: N.O.R.E.]
You love to hear the story again and again
Of how it all got started way back when
The monument is right in your face
Sit and listen for a while to the name of the place
It's called Queens
Everybody real here, you can get a mil here
You can get killed here, end up in a wheelchair
Mad bitches love affection
All of them is hoes I suggest you use protection
If you go to South Bronx, Club [?]
The Fever, [?] hit you with a puma
Now they all arrogant, but then they was humble
Same faggot niggas was scared to hit The Tunnel
Murder Unit [?], niggas all fearing me
Cornball rappers you want security
Smoke weed [?] obnoxious
Run up on the dancefloor, fuck where the cops is


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