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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 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 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 with or without the airplay
I keep E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
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, brothers, the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze 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 lobby
and it was 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 the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
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 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 I'm in a New York of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, Tecs
Makin the cash came then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks
to sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega 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 and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressing
of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
what I hear 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, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal 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 live 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 that I write, is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin 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 with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach 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 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 fake niggaz don't make it back"
"I don't 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 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 with or without the airplay
I keep E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some amps
G-Packs get off quick, niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
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, brothers, the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze 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 lobby
and it was 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 the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
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 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 I'm in a New York of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, Tecs
Makin the cash came then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks
to sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega 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 and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressing
of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
what I hear 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, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal 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 live 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 that I write, is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin 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 with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach 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 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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