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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, 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 the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like 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 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the bettin Grants with the celo champs
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, the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three 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 the game ain't the same
Got younger pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without 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 this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll ya customers in pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information 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, is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York of mind"
Be havin dreams 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 on the trigger
Make enough until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the 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 tape plays, are strays
Young bitches is each block is a maze
of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I 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, drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many I don't think I'm too sane
Life is 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 dykes
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I ya
Inhale deep the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
"New state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
(Word, it's time nigga?)
"Yeah, it's time man" (aight nigga, begin)
"Yeah, 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 the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like 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 and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the bettin Grants with the celo champs
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, the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three 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 the game ain't the same
Got younger pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without 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 this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll ya customers in pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information 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, is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York of mind"
Be havin dreams 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 on the trigger
Make enough until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the 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 tape plays, are strays
Young bitches is each block is a maze
of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I 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, drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many I don't think I'm too sane
Life is 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 dykes
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The smooth on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I ya
Inhale deep the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
"New state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
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