N.Y. State of Mind, Pt. ll

Lyrics

Uhh
 Yo, yo-yo, y'all
 Whattup? Whattup
 It's time man (word, it's time?)
 Straight up, it's time man
 A'ight, set that shit off
 (Set it off then nigga, set it off)
 Broken glass in the hallway, blood-stained 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, sat these, unmarked vans
 Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
 Hustlers starve, they bust a U-ey, I jog
 To my building, come out later wearin' camouflage
 See the sergeant and the captain, strangle men
 Niggas gaspin' for air, 'til they move no more and just stare
 With dead eyes, tired of riots, shit 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 niggas, got two in Heaven
 Six of us, holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick
 The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggas, went to fo' quick
 When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin'
 Four niggas still hangin', years passed and slang changin'
 Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around
 We all thought he was real, he did the snake shit
 Fake shit, beat his ass down, yo, his mouth
 Could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin' 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)
 New York, New York (New York state of mind)
 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, you know what I mean?
 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 nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox
 You lost that nigga, I put your dollar in the jukebox
 Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing along
 All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs, hoodrats flashin' they tongue
 Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations
 Bitches and niggas both on parole or probation
 Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues
 I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
 'Cause I ain't playin', niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit
 Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your kicks
 Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas
 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, niggas is up North with tatted tears
 Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
 Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do they bids
 Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
 Got your quiet niggas, 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 shit off
 Niggas fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
 When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
 Niggas, 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 niggas schemin', some real, some niggas frontin'
 But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin'
 New York, New York
 New York, New York
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:36
Key
6
Tempo
82 BPM

Share

More Songs by Nas

Albums by Nas

Similar Songs