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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 don't make it back"
"I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now"
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like sniffin cocaine
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 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 amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
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 him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave squeeze heard it click yo, my is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three 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, in fact
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the gettin niggaz knocked
So hold 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 state of mind
"New York of mind"
"New York of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks
to sell rocks, with cops
But 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
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 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 stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was to use mics
and the stuff 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 had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of 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, 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 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, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap"
"Where don't make it back"
"I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now"
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like sniffin cocaine
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 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 amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
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 him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave squeeze heard it click yo, my is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three 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, in fact
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the gettin niggaz knocked
So hold 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 state of mind
"New York of mind"
"New York of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks
to sell rocks, with cops
But 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
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 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 stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was to use mics
and the stuff 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 had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of 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, 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 state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
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