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Nas - N.Y. State of Mind
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Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kicking
Musician, inflicting composition
Of pain, Scarface sniffing cocaine
Holding a M-16, 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, sitting bent up on the stairway
Or either on the corner betting Grants with celo champs
Laughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Yo they be running through my block shooting
Time to start a revolution, catch a body head for Houston
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 hitting niggas 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
It wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Pulled my shit back had three bullets caught up in the chamber
Now I'm runnin' to the building lobby
And it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So what you saying?) The game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pulling the triggers bringing 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 niggas'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information large niggas erasing they wives basin'
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzled as I back track to earlier times
Nothin's equivalent to the New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind (where I live)
New York state of mind (where I'm at)
New York state of mind
Be having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding Tecs
Making sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks
To sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking 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 testing
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have brothers undressing
Thinking of cash flow, Buddha and shelter
I get frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches hoodrats it's 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 living 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
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, blaming 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 taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhyming 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 villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha 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
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind (where I live)
New York state of mind (where I'm at)
New York state of mind
Я лежал головоломку, когда возвращаюсь к более ранним временам
Ничего не эквивалентно, в Нью -Йорк
Штат Нью -Йорк
Штат ума Нью -Йорка (где я живу)
Штат ума Нью -Йорка (где я нахожусь)
Штат Нью -Йорк

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