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"Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time" (word?)
(Word, it's time nigga?)
"Yeah, it's man" (aight nigga, begin)
"Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap"
"Where 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 clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or the airplay
I keep some E&J, bent up in the stairway
Or either on the bettin 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 flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a 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
another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
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 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' 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 pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they 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 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, winning gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
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 tape plays, are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the when my peoples come back, black
I'm 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 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 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 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 smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my 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 like the 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 state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New of mind"
"New state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
(Word, it's time nigga?)
"Yeah, it's man" (aight nigga, begin)
"Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap"
"Where 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 clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or the airplay
I keep some E&J, bent up in the stairway
Or either on the bettin 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 flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a 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
another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
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 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' 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 pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they 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 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, winning gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
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 tape plays, are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the when my peoples come back, black
I'm 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 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 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 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 smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my 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 like the 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 state of mind
"New York state of mind"
"New of mind"
"New state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
(*scratched*) Nasty Nas
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