I woke up in the darkness at twelve seventeen, to shots and sirenes Look out the window, peep the high beams Now, they searchin', the cops lookin' for
) (all night) Na na na nana na na (boom) (all night) There's something from the beyond in my trunk Straight off the freeway and into your city with black
sway the trees And it's about a hundred degrees [Violent J:] On the perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights And listens to the city; screams, sirens
shot To me he just another nigga on another nigga block Who got caught up and got popped Fuck it That's how it bes in my city 2 niggaz go for bad, huh
aint to New Jack City and my name aint no mutherfuckin Nino Brown a tear roll down my cheek and i blew his brains on the ground sirens all around lights
[Unknown Girl] Cities, streets, that's where I learned Play with fire, you'll get burned When the heat was on, I turned Turned to trouble... trouble [
But suck a good dick called her a.t. all throat Pussy wide enough to catch a small boat Nah I like the witty big tittie type Not hip to city life Checking
Ya know, the Motor City is burning, babe There ain't a thing in the world they can do Ya know, the Motor City is burning people There ain't a thing that
I came pulling all the stops Putting rain on all of this With the sirens in my sleep And her sorrow at my kiss I can't turn away Hold a hand to when
can't understand Foot's on the pedal, such a crazy thing Never gonna stop loving this machine Wheels are rolling with a rockabye motion I love my car Sirens screaming through the city
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
living on the streets Wasn't all that bad Where no one seemed to know That he was King The sound of New York City Isn't police sirens wailing It's the
style and you got a style But is the weight gon' pull you down? Not me, I'm blowin' pounds I see a cloud that's how I do it Picture me rollin' thru a city
you're on your way Run away child, running wild Run away child, running wild Better come back home, better come back home Where you belong, where you belong Roaming through the city
weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning Somewhere a siren
many Zap city, she's so pretty The girl of your dreams Yeah, yeah, yeah City, city, city, yeah, yeah, yeah City, city, city, yeah, yeah, yeah City, city, city
priest, my medicine man Bathing me, blazing me utopian Apocalypse rising We saw it play out Chasing the moon Your siren's devout You said cities will fall Cities
3000 miles away You can hear the sirens sound Dirty eggs are hatching They're running all over town Tarantulas attack Cities fall we're fucking maniacs