Writer(s): Christopher Martin, Nasir Jones
Yeah yeah
Ayo black it's time word
It's time man aight begin
Yeah Straight out the dungeons
of rap where fake don't make it back
I dont know how to start
Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician inflicitin' composition of pain
I'm like Scarface sniffin holdin' a M-16
See with the pen I'm extreme now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in 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 celo champs laughin' at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps
G-packs get off quick forever talk sh**
reminiscing about the last time the task force flipped
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
Pick the Mac up told brothers back up
The Mac spit lead was hittin' 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 sh** 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 jettin' to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same got younger pullin' the triggers bringing fame to they name
Claim some corners crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight stickup kids they run up on us
Fo'-fives and guages Macs in fact
catch a back to back snatchin' yo cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin' knocked so hold your stash
till the price drop
I know this who said she gotta 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 erasin' and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does on 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
Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangster drinkin' Moets holdin'
Tecs makin' sure the cash came correct and I step
Investments in stocks
Sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks
Winnin' gun fights with mega cops but just a 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 and Wesson I'll have undressin'
Thinkin' of cash flow buddha and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack delta in the PJs
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 back black
I'm livin' where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get
I just max I dream I can sit back and lamp like capone with drug
scripts sewn or the legal luxury like 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 dice
I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin hell without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your sh** 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'ma addict for sneakers 20s of buddha and bitches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya about I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words in 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
