Nas - N.Y. State of Mind Lyrics (2024)

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Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickingMusician, inflicting compositionOf pain I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaineHolding a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, nowBullet holes left in my peepholesI'm suited up in street clothesHand me a nine and I'll defeat foesY'all know my steelo with or without the airplayI keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairwayOr either on the corner betting Grants with the celo champsLaughing at base-heads, trying to sell some broken ampsG-Packs get off quick, forever nigg*s talk sh*tReminiscing about the last time the Task Force flippednigg*s be running through the block shootingTime to start the revolution, catch a body head for HoustonOnce they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass andI ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassinPick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spitLead was hitting nigg*s one ran, I made him back flipHeard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't lookGave another squeeze heard it click yo, my sh*t is stuckTry to co*ck it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in dangerFinally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamberSo now I'm jetting to the building lobbyAnd it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be(So what you saying?) It's like the game ain't the sameGot younger nigg*s pulling the triggers bringing fame to they nameAnd claim some corners, crews without guns are gonersIn broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on usFo'-fives and gauges, Macs in factSame nigg*s'll catch a back to back, snatching yo' cracks in blackThere was a snitch on the block getting nigg*s knockedSo hold your stash until the co*ke price dropI know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rockAnd if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yoYou gotta slide on a vacationInside information keeps large nigg*s erasing and they wives basinIt drops deep as it does in my breathI never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of deathBeyond the walls of intelligence, life is definedI think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mindNew York state of mindNew York state of mindNew York state of mindNew York state of mindBe having dreams that I'ma gangster, drinking Moets, holding TecsMaking sure the cash came correct then I steppedInvestments in stocks, sewing up the blocksTo sell rocks, winning gunfights with mega copsBut just a nigg*, walking with his finger on the triggerMake enough figures until my pockets get biggerI ain't the type of brother made for you to start testingGive me a Smith and Wessun I'll have nigg*s undressingThinking of cash flow, Buddha and shelterWhenever frustrated I'ma hijack DeltaIn the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are straysYoung bitches is grazed each block is like a mazeFull of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packedFrom what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, blackI'm living where the nights is jet blackThe fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit backAnd lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewnOr the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homesI got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too saneLife is parallel to Hell but I must maintainAnd be prosperous, though we live dangerousCops could just arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostagesIt's only right that I was born to use micsAnd the stuff that I write, is even tougher than diceI'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slowMy rhyming is a vitamin, Hell without a capsuleThe smooth criminal on beat breaksNever put me in your box if your sh*t eats tapesThe city never sleeps, full of villians and creepsThat's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaksI'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of Buddha and bitches with beepersIn the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach yaInhale deep like the words of my breathI never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of deathI lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier timesNothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mindNew York state of mindNew York state of mindNew York state of mindNew York state of mindNasty Nas

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Written by: Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Christopher E. Martin

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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