Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
But just a nigga, walkin' with his finger on the trigger
What? It's time nigga? Yeah, it's time man, aight nigga, begin
Holdin' a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme
Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death
Lead was hittin' niggaz one ran, I made him back flip
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
"Nasty Nas"
I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
"New York state of mine"
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Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
Laughin' at base heads, tryin' to sell some broken amps
Niggaz be runnin' through the block shootin'
Thinkin' of cash flow, buddah and shelter
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children Probably couldn't see as high as I be
Got younger niggaz pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to they name
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
Now bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
"New York state of mine"
"New York state of mine"
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes
I'm livin' where the nights is jet black
"New York state of mind"
It drops deep as it does in my breath
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I know this crack head, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
Inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measurin' pots
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Reminiscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
"New York state of mind"
Northin's equivalent, to the New York state of mind
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers
It's only right that I was born to use mics
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
My rhymin' is a vitamin, Hell without a capsule
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
And I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
So whatchu sayin'? It's like the game ain't the same
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
With the funky rhythm, I be kickin' musician
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time, what?
"New York state of mine"
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps
Be havin' dreams that I'ma gangster, drinkin' Moets, holdin' Tecs
Makin' sure the cash came correct then I stepped
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
"New York state of mind"
"New York state of mind"
Yeah, straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap
But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation
Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the celo champs
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
Songwriters: Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Chris Martin
"Nasty Nas"
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin'
Where fake niggaz don't make it back
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggaz knocked
Winnin' gunfights with mega cops
And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
Investments in stocks, sewein' up the blocks to sell rocks
I don't know how to start this shit, yo, now
Same niggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin' yo' cracks in black
"Nasty Nas"
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin' and they wives basin'