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
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
come back home, huh could I? Son, you're on your own, why should I? Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things
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
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
get to runnin', old ladies get off the block When the poppin' the truck music comes to a stop Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked Syringes and sirens the only thing
each other For the love of money, people will steal from their mother For the love of money, people will kill their own brother.. Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren
hear? like a siren that just fills up your ears would you let it go and throw your arms to Christ, so close my need i seek in this hope i own Majesty
, oh, oh, whoa. 'Cause sirens are crying all through this town. And one old boy said Joe never slowed down. It was that 12 O'clock train, So he didn't feel a thing
up outta here Dont really think It's cool to let another man [Havoc] "Let me buck that nigga son" [Prodigy] I hold my own cannon and shoot just as fast
also tear you up inside Writing down your own anthem You don't like the older one I would stand at attention for less than minimum Wage your own forgotten
One two Yeah uhh yeah Yeah it's the God baby Long Island's own Barbarian of the microphone It's for y'all niggaz And the streets just a couple of miles
, yeah, I'm running free I'm running free, yeah, I'm running free Spent the night in an L.A. jail And listened to the sirens wail They ain't got a thing
