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"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 niggaz don't make it back"
"I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now"
Rappers I flip em with the 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
me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my 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 champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task flipped
be runnin 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 of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few 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 children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's 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, 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 slide on a vacation
information large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops 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"
"New state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"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, 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 testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressing
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black 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 fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so 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 that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even than dykes
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
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 beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New of mind"
"New of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
(Word, it's time nigga?)
"Yeah, it's time man" (aight nigga, begin)
"Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap"
"Where niggaz don't make it back"
"I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now"
Rappers I flip em with the 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
me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my 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 champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task flipped
be runnin 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 of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few 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 children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's 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, 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 slide on a vacation
information large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops 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"
"New state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"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, 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 testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressing
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black 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 fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so 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 that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even than dykes
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
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 beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New of mind"
"New of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
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