"Chinatown, NY" lyrics

Look in my eyes
Grown with rage you could never understand
If you did, you would walk away
Maybe this will get the point through your fucking head

One swing was all it took
Hit the ground before they turned and looked
Coulda walked away, it happened quick
Now you're gonna pay

One on one, just me and you
This ain't my style, got nothing to prove
Ran your mouth, threaten my friends
Now I have to bring this to an end

Ain't my style, got me feeling insane
Get the whip, we gotta dip
We gotta drive, gotta bounce quick
I didn't know what was in his hand
It was him or me, I did what I can

One on one, just me and you
This ain't my style, got nothing to prove
Ran your mouth, threaten my friends
Had to bring this to an end

Ain't my style, got me feeling insane
Ain't my style, got me feeling insane
Wrong or right, I had to do it, there ain't no one to blame
No one to blame

An empty city street
I hear the footsteps chasing after me
I look at my mans, he says we'll be alright
Another block to go, or else we turn and fight
It's up to me and you, we gotta sit real tight
We're gonna make it through another fucked up night
Ain't my style, but that time has passed
Swing first, ask questions last
On sight