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"Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time" (word?)
(Word, it's 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 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
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner Grants with the champs
at baseheads, tryin to some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the 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 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
another squeeze 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 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 pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, without are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, 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 gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It 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 I'm in a New York state of mind
"New of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be dreams that I'ma -- Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
to sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures 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 tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is each block is a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm livin the is jet black
The 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 with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's 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 rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the I can ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the of my breath
I never 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 state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
(Word, it's 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 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
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner Grants with the champs
at baseheads, tryin to some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the 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 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
another squeeze 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 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 pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, without are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, 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 gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It 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 I'm in a New York state of mind
"New of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be dreams that I'ma -- Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, up the blocks
to sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures 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 tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is each block is a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm livin the is jet black
The 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 with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's 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 rhymin is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
The criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
In the I can ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the of my breath
I never 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 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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