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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 fake niggaz don't make it back"
"I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now"
Rappers I flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of 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 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 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 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 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 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 bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger 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 she gotta smoke rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring 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 state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be havin dreams that I'ma -- 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 mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his on the trigger
Make figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll niggaz undressing
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 is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, the Island is packed
From I hear in all the stories my peoples 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, with drug 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, 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 that I write, is tougher than dykes
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit 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 for sneakers, twenties of buddah 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 sleep, cause 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 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 fake niggaz don't make it back"
"I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now"
Rappers I flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of 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 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 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 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 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 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 bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger 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 she gotta smoke rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring 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 state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be havin dreams that I'ma -- 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 mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his on the trigger
Make figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll niggaz undressing
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 is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, the Island is packed
From I hear in all the stories my peoples 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, with drug 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, 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 that I write, is tougher than dykes
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit 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 for sneakers, twenties of buddah 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 sleep, cause 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 of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
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