Nas N.Y. State of Mind, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Yo, yo-yo, y'all
Whattup? Whattup
It's time man (Word, it's time?)
Straight up, it's time man
Aight, set that s___ off
(Set it off then n____, 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
n____z gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, s___ 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 p___-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six n____z, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five n____z, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into g_______in
Four n____z still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth n____ ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake s___
Fake s___ -- beat his a__ down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a f___in 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

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 n____ dough, send him home, to a s_____x
You lost that n____ I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these n____z sing along
All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
b____es and n____z both on parole or probation
s___ is sick, n____z got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain't playin, n____z'll run up in here and shoot up this s___
Stick yo' a__ up, n____z'll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross n____z, just New York n____z
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, n____z is up North with tatted tears
Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid
f__got-a__ n____z that be scared to do they bids
f___ you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live
Got your quiet n____z, 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 s___ off
n____z fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
n____z, 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 n____z scheamin, some real, some n____z 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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