N.Y. State of Mind Pt. ll-Nas
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TXT N.Y. State of Mind Pt. ll-Nas 文本歌词
N.Y. State of Mind Pt. ll - Nas
Uhh
Yo yo-yo y'all
Whattup Whattup
It's time man (Word it's time )
Straight up it's time man
Aight set that sh*t off
(Set it off then ni**a set it off)
Broken glass in the hallway bloodstained floors
Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not It might've saved later from my block
N Y cops hookers crawlin off the stroll coughin
Stitches in they head stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else could it be shook at these unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's where's your heart
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
To my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes -- tired of riots sh*t is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs uncles home from bids sister's pregnant
Father's on drugs moms is smokin beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz got two in heaven
Six of us holdin it now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five niggaz went to fo' quick
When he went O T college life converted into gangbangin
Four niggaz still hangin years passed and slang changin
Three of us now fourth ni**a ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake sh*t
Fake sh*t -- beat his a** down yo his mouth
Could've got us all wasted what a f**kin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out to the death for these ends WHAT
New York New York ("New York state of mind" -> )
New York New York ("New York state of mind" -> )
You heard about it you see about it
You read about it it's in your papers
It's in your daily news ("Get money ")
New York chronicles every day
The crime rate the murder rate
The money rate the paper chase youknowhatImean
New York state of mind baby check it out
I'm at the gamblin spot my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes stand in one spot
I take a ni**a dough send him home to a shoebox
You lost that ni**a I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song all these niggaz sing along
All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun we got reputations
B**ches and niggaz both on parole or probation
Sh*t is sick niggaz got gats army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain't playin niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this sh*t
Stick yo' a** up niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggaz just New York niggaz
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub they offer you beers
That ain't gangsta niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit you ratted kid
Faggot-a** niggaz that be scared to do they bids
F**k you we run you out of N Y you can't live
Got your quiet niggaz that relocated down South
Comin back to floss then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods D T 's
Runnin round quick to split your mug it's ea-sy to score
But it's hard to get the sh*t off
Niggaz fightin over hundred sales jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block happy as hell
Niggaz mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers universal ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that's live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz scheamin some real some niggaz frontin
But I'm a big dreamer so watch me come up with somethin
New York New York
