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  • Текст песни Nas ft. DJ Premier - New York State Of Mind Pt. 2

    Исполнитель: Nas ft. DJ Premier
    Название песни: New York State Of Mind Pt. 2
    Дата добавления: 16.05.2016 | 02:15:48
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    Uhh
    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 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; til 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, WHAT?

    New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim)
    New York, New York ("New York state of mind" -> Rakim)
    *repeat while Nas is talking*

    You heard about it, you see about it
    You read about it, it's in your papers
    It's in your daily news ("Get money!")
    New York chronicles, every day
    The crime rate, the murder rate
    The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean?
    New York state of mind baby, check it out

    [Nas]
    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 shoebox
    You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
    Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
    All the ciggarette 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 affadavit, 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 ea-sy 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'
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