N.Y. STATE OF MIND

Rappers are monkey Flippin' With the funky rhythm I be Kickin' Musicians and Flippin' Conposition of pain I'm like Scarface sniflin' cocaine Holdin' an M-16 see With the pen I'm extreme Now bullet holes Left in my peepholes I'm suited up In street clothes Hand me a Nine And I'll defeat foes Y'all know my style With or without the airplay I keep some E & J Sit up bent up In the stairway Or even on the corner Bettin' Grants With the c-low champs Laughing at baseheads tryin' To sell some broken amps G pass get off quick Forever niggas talk shit Reminiscing about The last time The task force flipped Niggas 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' niggas One ran I made him back-flip 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 So now I'm jetting through The building tobby And it was filled With children probably Couldn't see as high as I be (So whacha sayin?) It's like the game Ain't the same Got younger niggas Pullin' the triggers Bringing fame to their name And claim some corners Crews without guns Are goners In broad daylight Stick-up kids they run up on us Forty-fives and gauges Macs and facts Saying niggas are catchin' back to back Snatchin' the cracks And Black There was a snitch On the block Gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash Until the coke price drop I know this crackhead Who said she gotta Smoke nice rock And it it's good She'll bring ya customers In measuring pots but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information Keeps large niggas erasing And their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in 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 Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangster Drinkin' Moet's holdin' Tecs Makin' sure The cash came correct Then I stepped Investments in stocks Sewin' up the blocks To sell rocks Winning gun fights With mega cops 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'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow Buddah and shelter Whenever frustated I'm a high-jack Delta In the PJs My blend tape plays Bullets are strays Young bitches in grazed Each block is like 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 I'm livin' where the nights are jet-black The friends fight to get crack I just max and 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 parellel to hell But I must maintain And be prosperous Though we live dangerous Cops could just harass 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 dikes I'm taken' rappers to a new plateau Through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal On beat brakes Never put me in your box If the 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 Twenties of Buddah And bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya About blunts I teach ya Inhale deep Like the words of 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