N.Y.StateofMind

N.Y. State of Mind (Explicit) - Nas

Yeah yeah aiyyo black it＇s time (word )

(Word it＇s time ni**a )

Yeah it＇s time man (aight ni**a begin)

Yeah straight out the f**kin dungeons of rap

Where fake niggaz don＇t make it back

I don＇t know how to start this sh*t yo now

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin

Musician inflictin composition

Of pain I＇m like Scarface sniffin coc*ine

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 sh*t

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 sh*t 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

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 ni**a 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 b**ches is grazed each block is like a maze