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NAS lyrics : "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 %#@! off
(Set it off then ^!$$%, set it off)


Broken glass 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 drugs, 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 ^!$$%z still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth ^!$$% 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 $#&@in 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?

New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> [Rakim])

New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> [Rakim])
[repeat while Nas is talking]


You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it's in your papers
It's in your daily news ("Get 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

[Nas]

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
(*##$es 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

!@^#got-ass ^!$$%z that be scared to do they bids
$#&@ you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet ^!$$%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

New York, New York

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