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N.Y. State of Mind
作词:Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Chris Martin
Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time, what? What? It's time nigga? Yeah, it's time man, aight nigga, begin Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em With the funky rhythm, I be kickin' musician Inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme
Now bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the celo champs Laughin' at base heads, tryin' to sell some broken amps G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass And I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, 'Back up,' the Mac spit Lead was hittin' niggaz one ran, I made him back flip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children Probably couldn't see as high as I be
So whatchu sayin'? It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to they name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin' yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crack head, who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measurin' pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin' and they wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
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Be havin' dreams that I'ma gangster, drinkin' Moets, holdin' Tecs Makin' sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewein' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin'
Thinkin' of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm livin' where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Northin's equivalent, to the New York state of mind
'New York state of mind' 'New York state of mind' 'New York state of mind' 'New York state of mind'
'Nasty Nas' 'Nasty Nas' 'Nasty Nas'
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