I'm happy to say... We got our own thing So In love, so in love, so in love boy I just gotta tell it like it is boy We got the only thing I know is
Minute Things can get pretty strange In a New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail
streets and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody
not about who's wrong or right so when ya gonna realize? But I can't conflict I know all too well I'd rather fuel a fire then confine all the things I
free yeah I'm running free (Get out my way) (Play it) I've spent the night in every jail And listened to the sirens wail But they ain't got a thing on
Not bad, Not bad But some of ya'll just need to loosen up, just loosen up, I know every body has they own little dance they like to do their own little
tryin' ta slit my throat I don't know But meantimin' out in da world, a man might swear I'm on some insane shhhh, Put 'em in his own trunk and roll his
by last night's phantom messenger And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger" Now that the war's being won Where are you now, my son? The siren
not to run we life, we wreck The only thing can top off, knowin' our thing is our debt And my friend, Killah Priest, don't own a private jet Because of
, bitches man) (Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) [siren] We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga Nigga we own a
When the popsicle the truck music comes to a stop Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked. (C'MON!) Syringes and sirens the only thing on
to Yes I will be a gentleman if you want me to Cause I ain't most dudes I am the real thing I make your heart sing like a siren (crash into me) but I
: (feat. Lauryn Hill) [Intro:] [sirens] Yo yes yes yo. Lock your door. Die die die [x6] [Wyclef:] I remember comin' from Hati growin' up in Brooklyn
me how to cry 'Cause it's lonely here in the ugly part of town The buildings are all vacant and the telephones are down There's a police siren singing
fact That I hurt one of my seeds, 'cause dealing with that Would be the hardest thing I'd ever have to do in my time I'd have to take my own life too
then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin' [Chorus - Pharrell] It's me or you, or them or us Lost to what, them things
rock annihlates violator retaliates Vertibreaker will mutilate Ghost causing sirens Hands of hostility strangling evil tyrants Who worship the power plant I've seen many strange things
, we not to run we life, we wreck The only thing can top off, knowin' our thing is our debt And my friend, Killah Priest, don't own a private jet Because