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      N.Y. State Of Mind

      N.Y. State Of Mind


      Album: Illmatic

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      Nas - N.Y. State Of Mind Música y Letra

      Intro: Nas
      Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?)
      (Word, 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
      Verse 1: Nas
      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
      Bulletholes 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 baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
      G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
      Remeniscing 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 backflip
      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 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 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 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 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
      [New York state of mind - repeat 4X]
      Verse 2: Nas
      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, 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 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 villians 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
      Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
      [New York state of mind - repeat 4X]
      [Nasty Nas - repeat 8X]

      Nas - N.Y. State Of Mind Música y Letra






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