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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   


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