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"Yeah yeah, 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"
Rappers I monkey em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see 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 talk shit
about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, 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 scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to 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, kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz'll 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 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 and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I sleep, 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 York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, Tecs
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 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 undressing
of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my come back, black
I'm livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends 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 rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just me, blamin us, we're like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the that I write, is even tougher 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
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 with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches 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 puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New York of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New 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 fake niggaz don't make it back"
"I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now"
Rappers I monkey em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see 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 talk shit
about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, 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 scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to 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, kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz'll 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 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 and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I sleep, 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 York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, Tecs
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 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 undressing
of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my come back, black
I'm livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends 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 rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just me, blamin us, we're like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the that I write, is even tougher 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
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 with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches 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 puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New York of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
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