Name: N.Y. State of Mind
Duration: 4 min 54 s
Description: Слушайте песню N.Y. State of Mind - Nas онлайн с альбома Illmatic в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:54. Год выхода - 1994

Illmatic

The Genesis

Olu Dara

Life's a Bitch

The World Is Yours

Halftime

Memory Lane (Sittin' in da Park)

Q-Tip

One Love

One Time 4 Your Mind

Represent

It Ain't Hard to Tell

N.Y. State of Mind

Hip-Hop

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?)

Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin)

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

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

And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be

(So what you saying?) 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

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'

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

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

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

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

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

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

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times

Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

Слушайте песню N.Y. State of Mind - Nas онлайн с альбома Illmatic в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:54. Год выхода - 1994

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