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N.Y. State Of Mind, Part 2
作詞:Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Nasir Jones, Chris Martin
Uh, yo, yo-yo, y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man, word, it's time? Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off Set it off then nigga, set it off
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained 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 me 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, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark, NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve, they bust a U-e I jog To my building, come out later wearin' camouflage See the sergeant and the captain strangle men Niggaz gaspin' for air till 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 niggaz, got two in heaven Six of us, holdin' it, now it's five rollin' thick The sixth one's parole flipped, five niggaz, went to fo' quick
When he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin' Four niggaz 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
New York, New York (N.Y. State Of Mind) (N.Y. 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 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
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 shoe box You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs Hoodrats flashin' they tongue Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead 'Cause I ain't playin', niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz 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, niggaz is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affidavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y. you can't live
Got your quiet niggaz, 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 easy to score but it's hard to get the shit off Niggaz fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggaz 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 niggaz scheamin', some real, some niggaz frontin' But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin'
New York, New York New York, New York
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