LYRICS
制作人 : DJ Premier/Nas
作词 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
作曲 : Christopher Martin/Nasir Jones
Yeah yeah,aiyyo black it's time （word?）
(Word, it's time nigga?)
Yeah, it's time man (aight b***h, begin)
Yeah, straight out the ****ing dungeons of rap
Where fake niggas don't make it back
I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician,inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffing c*****e
Holdin a M-16,see with the pen I'm extreme,now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J,sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads,tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggas be running through the block shooting
Time to start the revolution,catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard,the Mac-10was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up,told brothers,"Back up,"the Mac spit
Lead was hitting niggas one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook,couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to c**k it,it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally 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 young niggas pulling 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,Macs in fact
Same niggas'll catch a back to back, snatchin' yo'cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block getting niggas 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 customers in measuring pots,but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggas erasin and they wives 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 when I'm in a New York state 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 that I'ma gangster --drinkin Moets,holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks,sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks,winnin gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make 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 niggas undressin'
Thinkin of cash flow,buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s,my blend tape plays,bullets are strays
Young niggas 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 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
and lamp like Capone,with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life,rings flooded with stones,homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel 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 dice
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau,through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
The city never sleeps,full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and b*****s with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya,about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words 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 york state of mind
New York state of mine
New York state of mine
New York state of mine
New York state of mind
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