N.Y. State of Mind - Nas.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
[00:00.82] 作曲 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
[00:01.64]Yeah yeah,aiyyo black it's time （word?）
[00:06.45](Word, it's time nigga?)
[00:08.79]Yeah, it's time man (aight b***h, begin)
[00:11.73]Yeah, straight out the ****ing dungeons of rap
[00:14.04]Where fake niggas don't make it back
[00:18.15]I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now
[00:22.81]Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
[00:25.50]Musician,inflictin composition
[00:26.83]of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing c*****e
[00:30.01]Holdin a M-16,see with the pen I'm extreme,now
[00:33.11]Bulletholes left in my peepholes
[00:36.39]I'm suited up in street clothes
[00:37.86]Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
[00:40.37]Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
[00:42.92]I keep some E&J,sittin bent up in the stairway
[00:46.07]Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
[00:48.36]Laughin at baseheads,tryin to sell some broken amps
[00:50.80]G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
[00:53.11]Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
[00:55.49]Niggas be running through the block shooting
[00:58.39]Time to start the revolution,catch a body head for Houston
[01:01.74]Once they caught us off guard,the Mac-10was in the grass and
[01:05.55]I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
[01:07.85]Pick the Mac up,told brothers,"Back up,"the Mac spit
[01:10.69]Lead was hitting niggas one ran, I made him backflip
[01:13.13]Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook,couldn't look
[01:15.98]Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
[01:18.79]Try to c**k it,it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
[01:21.50]Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
[01:25.67]So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
[01:27.94]and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
[01:30.90]（So whatchu sayin?）It's like the game ain't the same
[01:33.49]Got young niggas pulling the triggers bringing fame to they name
[01:35.95]and claim some corners,crews without guns are goners
[01:38.43]In broad daylight,stickup kids,they run up on us
[01:41.45]Fo'-fives and gauges,Macs in fact
[01:44.19]Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatchin' yo'cracks in black
[01:47.93]There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked
[01:50.49]So hold your stash until the coke price drop
[01:53.21]I know this crackhead,who said she gotta smoke nice rock
[01:56.02]And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots,but yo
[01:58.93]You gotta slide on a vacation
[02:00.86]Inside information keeps large niggas erasin and they wives basin
[02:04.32]It drops deep as it does in my breath
[02:07.22]I never sleep,cause sleep is the cousin of death
[02:09.96]Beyond the walls of intelligence,life is defined
[02:12.45]I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
[02:15.87]New York state of mind
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[02:26.95]Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster --drinkin Moets,holdin Tecs
[02:30.60]Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
[02:32.80]Investments in stocks,sewein up the blocks
[02:35.06]to sell rocks,winnin gunfights with mega cops
[02:37.36]But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
[02:41.13]Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
[02:44.04]I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
[02:47.81]Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggas undressin'
[02:50.17]Thinkin of cash flow,buddah and shelter
[02:52.58]Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
[02:55.40]In the P.J.'s,my blend tape plays,bullets are strays
[02:58.69]Young niggas is grazed, each block is like a maze
[03:01.48]full of black rats trapped,plus the Island is packed
[03:04.24]From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back,black
[03:07.49]I'm livin where the nights is jet black
[03:09.51]The fiends fight to get crack I just max,I dream I can sit back
[03:12.99]and lamp like Capone,with drug scripts sewn
[03:15.24]Or the legal luxury life,rings flooded with stones,homes
[03:18.19]I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
[03:20.94]Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
[03:23.24]and be prosperous,though we live dangerous
[03:26.39]cops could just arrest me,blamin us,we're held like hostages
[03:29.48]It's only right that I was born to use mics
[03:33.05]and the stuff that I write,is even tougher than dice
[03:35.78]I'm takin rappers to a new plateau,through rap slow
[03:38.13]My rhymin is a vitamin held without a capsule
[03:40.95]The smooth criminal on beat breaks
[03:43.52]Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
[03:46.77]The city never sleeps,full of villians and creeps
[03:49.27]That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
[03:52.71]I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and b*****s with beepers
[03:55.42]In the streets I can greet ya,about blunts I teach ya
[03:58.55]Inhale deep like the words of my breath
[04:00.87]I never sleep,cause sleep is the cousin of death
[04:03.49]I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
[04:06.32]Nothing's equivalent,to the new york state of mind
[04:09.37]New York state of mine
[04:12.53]New York state of mine
[04:15.42]New York state of mine
[04:18.13]New York state of mind
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