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I Am
[Nas] Uhh Yo, yoIt's time man (Word, it's time?) Whattup? Whattup Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit (Set it off then nigga, set it off) 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 Hustlers starve; they bust a Uin the dark jog to my building See the sergeant and the captain Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare quiet with dead eyes SimpleOvercrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant pissfather's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is Seven Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to 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 We all thought he was real nigga ain't around shit Fake shit 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?
York, New York ("New York state of mind" New New York, New York ("New York state of mind" 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 I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot [Nas] 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 Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along jukebox All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue Young thugs Bitches and niggaz both on parole or blastin they gun, we got reputations Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues probation 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 tripleLift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you em, you knew em for years Some of these dudes the Feds be on 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 Faggotbids 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 runnin All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s round quick to split your mug, it's eabut it's hard to get the Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive shit off 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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