Why we leavin'?
All the amenities, I really coulda stayed
The way they treat you like the mayor up here
I think you pissed yourself running from Hector Lavoe
Uh-uh, that's rain
The Bronx, The Bronx pissed on us if you didn't notice
Ah, feels good to me
What? The rain?
Pssh, gettin' out of the Bronx!
Who named this place and put a frickin' X in it? What's that about?
Yo, my name's Ajax. I got a f*ckin' X
Uh, X on that bottle of gin
You weren't supposed to bring any liquor
You aren't supposed to drink on duty, period
Well, we are leaving the Bronx alive!
Ayy
That's what I'm talking about
We coulda stomped 'em
Least I flipped 'em the bird
I was ready to pop anybody!
They were handsome though
Nice tag, Rembrandt
Let 'em know the Warriors were here before we fly back home!
Home free
When we get there, that's when we've made it
Oh, hey, no sweat, war chief
She's afraid she'll get taken out like Cleon
Hey, I found Coney Island on this map
Figure out how many stops to Union Square
Come on, that's high math for Rembrandt
It's alright, nobody can read these maps anyway
Forget it then, what's the difference? We're going home
Shit, this train's had it, is that a track fire?
This is f*ckin' impossible
What the shit are we gonna do? Aw, this f*ckin' sucks
Why couldn't it rain now?
This train is going out of service, all passengers off the train
Come on
Still in the damn Bronx
Yeah, how are you?
Thought I'd call and check in
Yeah, this girl Cyrus had that uh... accident
Well uh, this crew, the, the Warriors?
They can take the fall... yeah, yeah, why not?
We will, take care o' yourself
We set?
We're set alright
Somebody should pick their ass up
The Riffs sent out the word
They want 'em alive, we don't
As soon as somebody grabs them, the better
You worried the Warriors are gonna shoot their mouths off before they get racked?
Yeah right, I'm worried!
I just don't want the Riffs down on my ass
They're looking for the Warriors, remember?
We can do some lookin' too
Sasha Hutchings - A Track Fire And A Phone Call Lyrics
Sasha Hutchings - A Track Fire And A Phone Call Lyrics
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Why we leavin'?
All the amenities, I really coulda stayed
The way they treat you like the mayor up here
I think you pissed yourself running from Hector Lavoe
Uh-uh, that's rain
The Bronx, The Bronx pissed on us if you didn't notice
Ah, feels good to me
What? The rain?
Pssh, gettin' out of the Bronx!
Who named this place and put a frickin' X in it? What's that about?
Yo, my name's Ajax. I got a f*ckin' X
Uh, X on that bottle of gin
You weren't supposed to bring any liquor
You aren't supposed to drink on duty, period
Well, we are leaving the Bronx alive!
Ayy
That's what I'm talking about
We coulda stomped 'em
Least I flipped 'em the bird
I was ready to pop anybody!
They were handsome though
Nice tag, Rembrandt
Let 'em know the Warriors were here before we fly back home!
Home free
When we get there, that's when we've made it
Oh, hey, no sweat, war chief
She's afraid she'll get taken out like Cleon
Hey, I found Coney Island on this map
Figure out how many stops to Union Square
Come on, that's high math for Rembrandt
It's alright, nobody can read these maps anyway
Forget it then, what's the difference? We're going home
Shit, this train's had it, is that a track fire?
This is f*ckin' impossible
What the shit are we gonna do? Aw, this f*ckin' sucks
Why couldn't it rain now?
This train is going out of service, all passengers off the train
Come on
Still in the damn Bronx
Yeah, how are you?
Thought I'd call and check in
Yeah, this girl Cyrus had that uh... accident
Well uh, this crew, the, the Warriors?
They can take the fall... yeah, yeah, why not?
We will, take care o' yourself
We set?
We're set alright
Somebody should pick their ass up
The Riffs sent out the word
They want 'em alive, we don't
As soon as somebody grabs them, the better
You worried the Warriors are gonna shoot their mouths off before they get racked?
Yeah right, I'm worried!
I just don't want the Riffs down on my ass
They're looking for the Warriors, remember?
We can do some lookin' too
All the amenities, I really coulda stayed
The way they treat you like the mayor up here
I think you pissed yourself running from Hector Lavoe
Uh-uh, that's rain
The Bronx, The Bronx pissed on us if you didn't notice
Ah, feels good to me
What? The rain?
Pssh, gettin' out of the Bronx!
Who named this place and put a frickin' X in it? What's that about?
Yo, my name's Ajax. I got a f*ckin' X
Uh, X on that bottle of gin
You weren't supposed to bring any liquor
You aren't supposed to drink on duty, period
Well, we are leaving the Bronx alive!
Ayy
That's what I'm talking about
We coulda stomped 'em
Least I flipped 'em the bird
I was ready to pop anybody!
They were handsome though
Nice tag, Rembrandt
Let 'em know the Warriors were here before we fly back home!
Home free
When we get there, that's when we've made it
Oh, hey, no sweat, war chief
She's afraid she'll get taken out like Cleon
Hey, I found Coney Island on this map
Figure out how many stops to Union Square
Come on, that's high math for Rembrandt
It's alright, nobody can read these maps anyway
Forget it then, what's the difference? We're going home
Shit, this train's had it, is that a track fire?
This is f*ckin' impossible
What the shit are we gonna do? Aw, this f*ckin' sucks
Why couldn't it rain now?
This train is going out of service, all passengers off the train
Come on
Still in the damn Bronx
Yeah, how are you?
Thought I'd call and check in
Yeah, this girl Cyrus had that uh... accident
Well uh, this crew, the, the Warriors?
They can take the fall... yeah, yeah, why not?
We will, take care o' yourself
We set?
We're set alright
Somebody should pick their ass up
The Riffs sent out the word
They want 'em alive, we don't
As soon as somebody grabs them, the better
You worried the Warriors are gonna shoot their mouths off before they get racked?
Yeah right, I'm worried!
I just don't want the Riffs down on my ass
They're looking for the Warriors, remember?
We can do some lookin' too
Writer: Lin=Manuel Miranda, Eisa Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Sasha Hutchings
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Lin=Manuel Miranda, Eisa Davis