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Verse 1
I Am
N.Y. State Of Mind Pt. II
[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 shit off
Verse 2
(Set it off then nigga, set it off)
bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you
bring through your doors
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
But who else, could it be, shook at
these, unmarked vans
your heart?
D
E
Hustlers starve; they bust a U- e I jog
to my building - - come out
- - strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move
no more and just stare
with dead eyes - - tired of riots,
shit is quiet
Simple- minded fools infiltrate
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids,
sister's pregnant
beds is piss- infested
Had eight partners growin up,
eight turned to seven
niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five
when he went O.T., college life,
Three of us now, fourth
nigga ain't around
real - - he did the snake shit
yo his mouth
what a fuckin clown
two of my best friends
to the death for these ends, WHAT?
Verse 3
of mind" - > [Rakim])
New York, New York ("New York state of
mind" - > [Rakim])
[repeat while Nas is talking]
Verse 4
it's in your papers
It's in your daily
news ("Get money!")
New York chronicles,
every day
The money rate, the paper chase,
youknowhatImean?
New York state of mind baby,
check it out
Verse 5
the, gamblin spot,
I take a nigga dough, send him home,
to a shoebox
Hear my favorite song,
all these niggaz sing along
All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs,
hoodrats flashin they tongue
gun, we got reputations
parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever
walk in the lead
niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo' ass up,
niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple- cross nig
Lift you off your feet when
they was just talkin with you
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- ass niggaz that
be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of
N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated
down South
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
jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block,
happy as hell
Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get
Cutthroat connivers, universal,
ghetto survivors
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
Verse 6
A
E
D
E
New York,
D
A
E
D
New York, New York
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