N.Y. State of Mind Chords by Nas
- Key: Db
- BPM: 85
- Capo: no capo
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N.Y. STATE OF MIND CHORDS
[Start] [Intro] N.C. Yeah yeah N.C. Ayo Black it's time word N.C. It's time man Db7 B Yeah straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Db7 Where fake niggas don't make it back Db I don't know ■ how to start this shit yo now [Verse] Db Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm Db I be kickin' musician inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Db Holdin' an Msixteen see with the pen I'm extreme Db Now bullet holes left in my peepholes Db I'm suited up with street clothes hand me a zero point nine and I'll defeat foes Db Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay Db I keep some E&J sittin' bent up in the stairway Db Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the ceelo champs Db Laughin' at baseheads tryna sell some broken amps Db Gpacks get off quick forever niggas talk shit Db Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Db Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Db Time to start the revolution catch a body head for Houston Db Once they caught us offguard the MACminus ten was in the grass and Db I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Db Picked the MAC up told brothers Back up the MAC spit Db Lead was hittin' niggas one ran I made him backflip Db Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook couldn't look Db Gave another squeeze heard it click Yo my shit is stuck Db Tried to cock it it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Db Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber Db So now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby Db And it was full of children prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be Db It's like the game ain't the same Db7 Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers bringin' fame to their name Db7 And claim some corners crews without guns are goners Db7 In broad daylight stickup kids they run up on us Db7 Zero point four five's and gauges MAC's in fact Db7 Same niggas will catch you backtoback snatchin' your cracks in black Db7 There was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked Db7 So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop Db7 I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock Db7 And if it's good she'll bring you customers and measuring pots Db7 But yo you gotta slide on a vacation Db7 Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' Db7 It drops deep as it does in my breath Db7 I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Db7 Beyond the walls of intelligence life is defined Db7 I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind Db7 New York state of mind Db7 New York state of mind Db7 New York state of mind Db7 New York state of mind Db7 Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta drinkin' Moëts holdin' TEC's Db7 Makin' sure the cash came correct then I stepped Db7 Investments in stocks sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Db7 Winnin' gunfights with megacops Db7 Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger Db7 I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Db7 Give me a Smith & Wesson I'll have niggas undressin' Db7 Thinkin' of cash flow Buddha and shelter Db7 Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta Db7 In the PJ's my blend tape plays bullets are strays Db7 Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze Db7 Full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed Db7 From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black Db7 I'm livin' where the nights is jetblack Db7 The fiends fight to get crack I just max I dream I can sit back Db7 And lamp like Capone with drug scripts sewn Db7 Or the legal luxury life rings flooded with stones homes Db7 I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Db7 Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain Db7 And be prosperous though we live dangerous Db7 Cops could just arrest me blamin' us we're held like hostages Db7 It's only right that I was born to use mics Db7 And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes Db7 I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau through rap slow Db7 My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule Db7 The smooth criminal on beat breaks Db7 Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes Db7 The city never sleeps full of villains and creeps Db7 That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks Db7 I'm a addict for sneakers twenty's of Buddha and bitches with beepers Db7 In the streets I can greet ya about blunts I teach ya Db7 Inhale deep like the words of my breath Db7 I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Db7 I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Db7 Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind Db7 New York state of mind [Chorus] Db7 New York state of mind Db7 New York state of mind Ab7 New York state of mind ■ [Outro]