NOT REALLY A FAN OF I'M A MAN OF THE MAN OF HANDS UP OR HAND CUFF MADE MY BEAD RIGHT IT'S ONLY RIGHT I MAN UP DEMAND WHAT THESE HANDS BRA GOTTA BETTER CHANCE OF YA MAN'S PACKING A HANDGUN HANG SOME PLACES WHERE PLACES WHERE REAL MEN HUNG NAMES RUNG ON THE STRENGTH OF YOU BEING MY MAN'S BRUH ONLY TIME I SIT WHEN SIDE-SEATED EYES BEAMING HIGH OF LIFE STREET DREAMING BRO CODE ON TEN TOES IF YOU SAY SO HOPEFULLY HE REALLY MEAN IT THE REALEST REASON FOR BEING IS THE REFUSAL OF JUST BEING OFF EXPERIENCE I'M LIVING EVERY LETTER TO IT'S MEANING I MEAN IT I MEAN IT'S THE MEANEST THE MEANING FORREST FROM THE TREES NOW SEEING WHY MOM BEEN TRYING TO GET ME TO SEE IT NOW I KNOW THE MEANING LEARN TO MODE THEN BECOME THE MEAN UP THE LATTER TO SUCCESS BY ANY MEANS WHATEVER IT MEANS TILL I FIND OUT THE DRIVE WILL BE THE MEANS BY ALL MEAN AMEEN SURAH RAKAAT SALAM OUT THICKER BLOOD STAINED FROM BELIEVING BLOOD THICKER I'M NIEMIC WRIST FROST BIT COLD WORLD WINTERS ALL SEASON WELL SEASONED JAIL PRESERVED SUP O.G. GREETED SUFFERED NO NEED FOR GRIEVING PEACE AND BLESSINGS SEASON'S GREETINGS DIDN'T MANIFEST WHO I ONCE WAS SURVIVED WHAT I BECAME WHAT LIES BENEATH AROSE FROM THE PAIN PICTURE PERFECT NAH PICTURE A PERSON ONLY BEING WORSHIPPED IF HIS DESCRIPTION AS PURE AS THE SNOW IS THERE'S NO END KNOWING IS INFINITE MAR ALWAYS IN SOME ISH GET INTO IT TIL I ENTERED IN THE HIGHEST LION DEN LYING WHEN THEY'RE EYEING HIM HATERS CHIMING IN DENYING IT TILL SHE'S TIRED OF CRYING SAYING ALRIGHT THEN ALL NIGHT SININ DAYLIGHT SAVINGS SAYING PRAYERS PRAYING FOR THEY'RE PREYING ON MY SURVIVAL HOPING I DON'T MAKE IT HOME F EM FEED EM COLD BEANS ITCH LEAVE BE GONE BARREL SNEEZE WIPE THE NOSE WITH HIS TEE HOP IN THE VEHICLE GET GOING LIFE'S A MOTION PICTURE GET THE PICTURE DON'T READ THE SCRIPTURES WRONG I NEED THIS PEN TO BLEED FLEE THE SCENE SPARK SOME TREES GET LOW SCENE AT THE PARK HEARD IT BARK DIDN'T SEE WHO DROPPED HEARD FROM OCK WHO GOT POPPED GOT KNOCKED WHY THEY GOT GOT EITHER GUNNING FOR POCKET WATCHING NEVER FOR HOLDING FORT HOLDING COURT OVER TWAT COCK BLOCKING COPS WATCHING JOHNNY TENTED SQUADA WORD FROM TOP SHOTTA WE OPP SQUATTING BAG FOR A BAG TOE TAG FOR PROFIT WHAT'S POPPING KITCHEN KLEAN BIG BACKING NO CAPPING ON SHINE'S GLASSES GROOVY CHEWED TWO CHEWABLES TOKEN LUCIES FEW CUTIES TRYNA GROUP EM FOR THE NIGHT RECRUITING SPURS TAKE IT DOWN MELLOWED OUT OUTTA TOWN RECOUPING REFUSING WE'RE LOOSING TOO MUCH REMOVING WHO AIN'T TOUGH TOO MANY MEN DOWN TO BE MAN DOWNED MAN UP MAN WHAT TOLD MY MAN'S BRUH CHILL BRUH FOR REAL BRUH HE HAD ENOUGH SEE HIS HANDS UP NOT TO PROTECT ONLY PROJECT HE'S NOT MAN ENOUGH DUFFLE BAGS AND DRUGS HAND IT OVER HAD EM HANGING OVER THE BALCONY TILL SHE HAND IT OVER WAS HIGH NOW SOBER SHORTY STOPPED HIM FROM LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDERS SHOULD'VE LISTEN TO HIS MISTRESS ABOUT HAVING THESE NIGGAS COMING OVER BITCHES HE WITH LIKE THE ONE WITH HER TITS ON MY SHOULDERS INTUITION COULD'VE BEEN YET HIS PRIDE WHY HIS LIFE IS OVER
Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes 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, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was 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 cock 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 full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their 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 having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning 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 & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking 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 bitches 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 living 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, blaming 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 dykes I'm taking 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 villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches 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 mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas
Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes 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, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was 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 cock 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 full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their 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 having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning 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 & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking 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 bitches 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 living 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, blaming 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 dykes I'm taking 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 villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches 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 mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas
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Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes 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, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time
ResumenLetrasVídeosEscuchar … Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo … Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes 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, sitting bent up in the stairway … Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was 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 cock 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 full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be … It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop … I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their 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 having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning 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 & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' … Thinking 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 bitches 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 living 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, blaming 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 dykes … I'm taking 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 villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches 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 mind
Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes 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, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was 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 cock 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 full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their 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 having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning 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 & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking 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 bitches 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 living 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, blaming 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 dykes I'm taking 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 villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches 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 mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas
[٢٨/٥ ٧:٤٩ م] Alaa: الشهرة مش مقياس عشان تقولى انت مين الراب بمهارة وانت مش راكيم انا الاولد سكول راب بومب باب افتح الكتاب فى الرص سفاح [٢٨/٥ ٧:٤٩ م] Alaa: من بيت الفن اتربيت تاريخنا معروف فى اول الصفوف اسمع وهز راسك تضارب الكفوف ذهول من رص يثبت فى الرووس روح
الراب عمرة مطلع من بيوت الراب من الحارة يطلع لو طلع من بيت يموت صدقت يا كلاش فى ١٠٠ بار بار بار مفيش ولا واحد فيهم غنا ببومب باب كان بار متعيش فى دور انك جانجستا انت مش بابلو اسكوبار
تناسق الكلام بين السطور بيبان قوة تبارك الله قوة أوزان فى الفن عندى القدرة أغنى اكتر من لون طرب او راب كلاسيكى متكامل زى الدون على البيت متجبر زى فرعون
Long Island stylin so they mad at me All out wildin im in my bag it’s free All the haters after me punchlines wreck em cause catastrophes So sick with it I’m causin atrophies Magically rap to beats my house a cards could fall disastrously You might be quick but not as fast as me No way you homos catchin me I roll with the baddest piece she really so attached to me addicted to the sack of meat I’m not a statistic she ain’t like them numbers the way I lay pipe she said I’m like a plumber She Latina but she said it’s a white boy summer And we get down Never let down
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - New York City Most Valuable Player 516 - Get Down - Cam'ron [Produced By Chad Hamilton] [Year: 2004] [Album: Purple Haze]
Im goin do better than nas : like chico debarge / or or mary j blidge / its all a mirage/ one day have cars in garage/Honda’s ands dodge/ or Lamborghini’s and may Bach’s much is oblige /house grand like the taj/ ready made pies / walk bare foot no shoes need to be tied/as long as you follow these rules and abide / sell your soul/to ski where its cold /
A letra do S do teu nome representa a cobra E tu verás que tu só tem cara de puta Obcessão é sinônimo da paixão E chama as mina de rodada São até muito menos tábua que você Fazendo chapa na madruga sempre a mercê Você só faz chapa quando os dentes aparecer Sempre briga quando uma outra mulher quer me vencer Mina sai do meu pé não quero mais você Fala pro mano vermelho que quer me ganhar Diz que só não ainda não teve a chance de brilhar Mano cê é tão feia cê parece pixo, brilhando só com glitter Com esse olho mata-bicho, alma limpa, money no bolso sem me costurar Alma sebosa só você, só consegue invejar
I wake up stressed, sweating bullets, flooded covered in tears, I ain’t the best so sometimes I question why ima still here, it ain’t no cheer in my life steady unlocking new fears, I turned Muslim but you’ll still catch me chugging a beer, yo I ain’t perfect, but Islam makes life feel worth it, I got tired of living life without purpose, but I’m still hurting, im just tryna find my way out this maze, through time and space, cuz I got problems in my life I can’t face but can’t erase,
Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes 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, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was 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 cock 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 full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their 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
; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 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 Cee-Lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" - the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock 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 jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45's and gauges, MACs in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their 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'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TECs Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' 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 & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches 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 dykes 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 villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm
