New York state of mind
But yo you gotta slide on a vacation
Laughin' at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin' yo' cracks in black
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
To sell rocks, winnin' gunfights with mega cops
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggaz knocked
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
Thinkin' of cash flow,Buddah and shelter
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
Yeah, it's time man alright nigga, begin
Investments in stocks, sewein' up the blocks
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the CeloChamps
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin' and they wives basin
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
It drops deep as it does in my breath
My rhymin' is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
But just a nigga, walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Lead was hittin' niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
From 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
Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap
Makin' sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Whenever frustrated I'm a hijack Delta
New York state of mind
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages
I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
New York state of mind
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
I be kickin' musician, inflictin' composition
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
Rappers I monkey flip them with the funky rhythm
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin'
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
New York state of mind
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Holdin' a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
So now I'm jettin' to the building lobby
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
New York state of mind
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
It's only right that I was born to use mics
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
Nasty Nas
Nothing's equivalent, to the New York state of mind
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots
Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
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
Nasty Nas
Be havin' dreams that I'ma gangster, drinkin Moets, holdin' Tecs
I ran like a Cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
I'm a addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddah and bitches with beepers
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
New York state of mind
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
Got younger niggaz pullin' the triggers bringing fame to they name
Remeniscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
Niggaz be runnin' through the block shootin'
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
I'm suited up in street clothes
Nasty Nas
In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
