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 **** off
(Set it off then ***** set it off)
Broken gl*** 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
*****z gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
With dead eyes -- tired of riots **** is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs uncles home from bids sister's pregnant
Father's on dr*gs moms is smokin beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six *****z got two in heaven
Six of us holdin it now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five *****z went to fo' quick
When he went O T college life converted into gangbangin
Four *****z still hangin years p***ed and slang changin
Three of us now fourth ***** ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake ****
Fake **** -- beat his *** 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
You heard about it you see about it
You read about it it's in your papers
It's in your daily news (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 ***** dough send him home to a shoebox
You lost that ***** I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song all these *****z sing along
All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun we got reputations
******* and *****z both on parole or probation
**** is sick *****z got gats army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain't playin *****z'll run up in here and shoot up this ****
Stick yo' *** up *****z'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross *****z just New York *****z
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 *****z is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit you ratted kid
Faggot-*** *****z that be scared to do they bids
F**k you we run you out of N Y you can't live
Got your quiet *****z 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 **** off
*****z fightin over hundred sales jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block happy as hell
*****z 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 *****z scheamin some real some *****z frontin
But I'm a big dreamer so watch me come up with somethin
New York New York