ACMU
The ACMUs (short for Air Conditioned Multiple Unit) were a series of DC electric multiple unit railcars built for the New York Central railroad in three batches between 1950 and 1965, with a fourth batch supplied to the Long Island Rail Road as the class MP75 in 1963. The ACMUs were intended to replace/supplement the original fleet of heavyweight MU cars, some of which dated to the start of electric operations on both railroads. These were the first New York Central units to offer air conditioning, with sealed windows replacing the drop sash and clerestory types found on earlier cars. The initial set of 100 cars was retired in 1970, upon completion of the M1 railcar delivery, while the second and third batches, totaling 87 cars, remained in service until 2004, when they were replaced by the new M7 fleet. The Long Island cars were eventually converted to non-powered push-pull coaches before being retired in the late 1990s.
History
The ACMU fleet was intended to replace some of the oldest MU cars on the New York Central system, many of which were already 40 years old and dated from the start of electrified service in 1906. The first series of 100 cars were ordered from the St. Louis Car company in 1949 and paid for by the New York Central railroad itself. 10 years later the financial condition of the railroad had deteriorated while the original MU fleet had only gotten older and less reliable. In 1962, the Central ordered an additional batch of 26 ACMUs from Pullman Standard and to assist the Central improve its commuter rail service, the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey purchased an additional 27 cars which were numbered in the 4700 series to distinguish them from the Central owned cars in the 4600 series. In 1965 a second order of 34 4700 cars were purchased by the Port Authority bringing the total of 4600/4700 series cars to 87.
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by: Mobb DeepYeah.. c'mon man
Dump dump dump
You know this shit is ours man
This is our field man
Dump dump dump
Y'all niggaz need to just leave this shit to us
Dump dump dump
Corny-ass niggaz, aiyyo
Dump dump dump
That's that hard shit
That hit a nigga up in his car shit, this war bitch
Somehow I feel we need more of the thing
Instinct to get that paper, know it's all in my vein
You rookies need to be toilet trained
You faggots shittin everywhere that you eatin
That's why the coroner came
You never know, when the tec'll blow
Wet you and catch you off guard
Niggaz know that I crept slow
And never fold bitch, hollows we let 'em go
And hope them little jugs you sold cover your medical
Y'all don't wanna bump heads with us
Dump lead head to head with us (nah)
And ain't no leg-in homey, neck and up
It come to beef, you know we chef-fen it up (all day baby)
And ain't nobody do it better than us
Dry snitch and we wettin you up
Dump dump dump
Many men try to set me up to watch me die
Tie me up and put me in the trunk then wave bye-bye (dump dump dump)
Everyone who know me know that I'm Mobb Deep and I
keep it true and ain't afraid to shoot so duck when I (DUMP DUMP DUMP)
Ain't gon' catch me slippin up
Ain't gon' catch me give it up (dump dump dump)
Ain't gon' hear me creepin up
Roll down the window I'm about to (DUMP DUMP DUMP)
Nigga I'll smack that smirk right off your face
You listen to jerk music, this is Mobb Deep
You ain't never seen or heard no shit like this
Until you purchase our CD, it's very worth it
Don't confuse our album with that "Mix Tape" shit
Those our scratch, basically our throwaway shit
And nobody wrap the street like the Infamous clique
Slash Jive, now we got millions to work with
And we Violators too, so you know we overdoin it
What's stoppin the crew, only death can ruin it (bring it)
Homey been there and done that, and still they wanna come back
and shoot us down (blaow blaow blaow)
Our advice, you want somethin done right
then you better come and do it yourself
We give shooters this shits, make O.G.'s get they gun off the shelf
And blow the dust off they old snub-nose three pound
Dump dump dump
Shoot 'em up now bang, bang
Don't fuck around with the wrong mayne
In every fuckin city it's the same thang
Don't be sayin nothin stupid to a grown mayne
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It really ain't the same, now the game changed
Got me grippin on my weapon just to main-tain